Thursday, March 15, 2012

How fires get started


she carried a light
hid it from the tangled world

while nothingness consumed she fed its flame

while others stood on the edge alone 
she sat by the fragile flicker

those in bed with uncertainty – tumbled - stretched - scoffed at the flimsy wick

such weakness

but the light kept her company
the light banished the nothing

and one day in the distance

hidden from the tangled world

he carried a light.  

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