Face as stone, entombed in frigid façade
Concealed, the icebox heart of emotions’ winter
Derision of self, mirrors echo a shattering disguise
The flame…. it draws near.
Inward paths, walked sole for soul
Insurmountable peaks through valleys guise
Shallowest depth, inconceivable fathoms
The flame…. it draws near.
Unparalleled conceit, adopts warmonger’s peace
Justice, self-imposed, in Adolph-like reign
Goose-stepping grandeur marches boldly, through minds eye
The flame…. draws nearer.
Vampiric mistruths, imbibe utopian desire
Cathedral bells announce the demise of reason
Drastic overwhelms the desperate
The flame…. now close,
illumines stone,
banishes seasoned chill,
reveals reflections truth!
Tears of wax drip ever slowly downward
Pale skin, flushed in anguished embarrassment
Thank God the clock never tolled…
never told
The flame…. sought driftwood.
The driftwood…. set aflame.
- J.G. Smith (09/13/05)
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