the fire god dances in the ash
the black petals
a strange alluring flower
her own grace
nothing of his
from earth’s depths
from mouldering leaves the strew
of twigs’ decay, red eyes behold
your future, mine
candles drip their tears till daybreak
one bead after another the slow ripple
spreading, thickening, joining this journey
to sky’s end, down an endless road
from one life to the next
how can you repay
water’s blue affections?
purple’s our regret
the world’s human baggage
impossible to cast off
the faded paper fortunes
discarded in wilderness
where leaves again sprout green
he worships history’s beasts
wan willows, fan palms weave
a thatch of weeds and shadow
in an obscure corner
pour wine for sacrifice
among yellow withered leaves a bright burst of red
sings words no one hears
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