holding fire,
is holding a twisting hope
that's a garment for my heart
where time doesn't swallow
what i do,
dying flames held by surrendered souls
they cry in anguish
as the meaning flies

away,

it didn't burn all up
but was swept by force
humanitys' polluted breath
on their flame
it couldn't breathe, and
passed

away,

my god in one instant
everything can shift
& us put at loss
in time with perishing thoughts
and far is the platter joy

when we run
its to that, and that alone
for the night, which tells the truth
for the day, which starts the truth
the crash
your look
embers in old hands
with young eyes

keep on giving up
to the motions
of life