the world is charged with the extremity of fire.
it dances, flames, shakes and casts long shadows
it burns, scalds, crumbles and topples the safety
of people. why then do we not clothe ourselves in cloudy
clothes and keep our minds clean from fear and unrest?
generations have fled, fled, fled, and bled, bled, bled.
It devours, pains and drives them to numbing insanity
It kills, pokes and lifts them up to an angry sky, chilly
the world is empty now...let's sit and hush, hush, hush.
the gnarled husks are deep and dark
like deranged bark from dissolute trees.
They hiss, and kindle in little smouldering
piles of red embers that stay glowing.
but water will drop, drop, drop, drop from
an empty, empty, empty sky, skies of
blue and pink fashioned with redness of
a bloody sunset that glows like virulent
shades of crimson wounds.
the world is charged with the coolness of icy
water, white water, water that foams and bubbles,
splits rock and eats through the flames.
It is a new world. we must be brave.