Ashes of Your Epitome
I will rise from the ashes of
what you call "nothing,"
I will rise for a generous stare
into infinity.
I will show you what a dance
with the stars looks like,
and then I will burn.
I will burn into the ashes,
and the wind will find your
epitome,
and the wind will find what I
call "everything."
Copyright © Zach Broniszewski | Year Posted 2014
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