There is no road
there is no lodge
stars above
pine straw below
Thursday, July 28, 2011
BY FLAME AND FIRE
By storm my subconscious rose
like a boiling cauldron a raging volcano
inflicting chaos and destruction on all around
by flame and fire
sparing naught
nay, even my desire...
by cruelties of fate
that which hardens the body lay soft over my soul
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