untouchable sky torn
ripped by flaming ribbons
slow bursts of sapphire and ruby
which yield in turn
to smoldering embers of ash
antiquity’s infernos
relinquish themselves,
give in to a billowing rage,
of minuscule smoke
that kicks toward the clouds,
as the wax around the wick
heats up and falls
and the sun descends,
bowing to the rising night.
a thumb of flame holds the space with tiny light,
a glimmer of warmth emanating,
pulsing
as stars swirl and legs climb,
reaching for their grasp.
unknown, outside our window,
the creatures of the trees,
the serpents in the earth,
and the wet beasts of the dark mist
all lick their lips.
Awake and aware
they dream of fresh flesh and berries
they ready for the hunt.
now sleep.
I’ve got A million little lines
and each can annhilate your mind