Monday, September 27, 2010

The sky's afire

The sky’s afire;
breath of  night
brings a flamey chill
and the promise
of unseen shadows.
The sky’s afire;
the day is burnt -
wasted ashes in the grate,
smoke in the wind.
The sky’s afire;
dreams begin their siren call
imaginations driving
into impending darknesses.
The sky’s afire,
the day is cooked
I bite the baking.
The sky’s afire –
the heavens are telling.

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