Tuesday, June 2, 2015

I, Burnt, Leaves

I pour leaves into the liquid
fragrance in the steam
as it meanders out, tastes the new sky
like a ghost--
it's hot
living, like the fire that evaporates it,
unveiling the previously introverted passion--
I'm smelling
all this potential, sometimes
the heat is too much
and i feel like i'm so light
like the wind could take me--
it could bring me
far across the forests
where I could inscribe with embers
words and music notes
into every vein of every leaf.
i don't know how many i can save
because most of the leaves burn
and I'm afraid
it's a paradox, all that will
takes me far
yet most just burns away


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