How much your eyes still burn,
The one I so remember, blistering
Engulfed in dancing flames, roses, ... eruptions,
Like volcanic ash etching down the middle
of my chest - zig-zag
Still cracked - the splinter stuck
As time stands still in frozen pause.
Ghosts chatter, while you are . . .
In an abyss slowly unfurling
Time runs, rewritten
My first step toward
Becoming. Friend. Still.
Not knowing burns,
Or helps the time move, still.
Still drops of water wash
Over the ruins standing toppled.
