Thursday, July 19, 2012


Despite my urgency
The smell of everything
Is in our nostrils
We always
Regardless of time
Miss the moments of joy
Amid puzzling over our plight
Always, we are powerless, except
To watch the pyre of flame
Lick everything away
As we watch it all
Turn into ashes
With patience, we
Wait for the phoenix
And you to emerge

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