smoldering_coals
mourninglight a ring of faces
the perimeter of heat

and spinning through the night
alone
without, even you...

for the first time in years, I found myself drawn not to the flames, not to the tongues of the fury of life and destruction, but rather to the darkness.
no fear, the fire does not shut out the darkness, but the deep holds the warmth, in its pocket.
safe
though isolated

there was a smile
and the music enveloped

and I awoke feeling as though a very large elephant had stepped on me...
but all was still at peace
040828
...
symphonic on the road is the division of spending your life in a constant state of weeping,

till_i_can_gain_control_again
is forever in my mind,
the streaks of mist i wipe from
the bitter tasting loneliness,
a home and not a house,
the turning of the latchkey in defense,
gathering the preponderance of shaking in the wind,
a stark lineup in all accessories of thought.
040828
...
mourninglight watch the matches
turn to ashes...
040828
what's it to you?
who go
blather
from