the
fire was started
with
a page from this book
under
clear night sky
fire
now roars
for
the record
I
could and do
stare
into the flames for hours
thinking
and hoping for a better day
somehow
reaping what I was sowing
lonely
when I shouldn’t be
been
taking a lot of pictures
documenting
moments
in
this here life
for
some reason or for the sake
of
doing it ideas changing
as
the fire burns the wood
to
nothing
for
the record
the
silence too
golden
alone under
cloudless
air
above
only thoughts
keep
the vigil out
behind
the house…
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