Burnt
Burnt wood, carved deep
Adrift in seas, the essence of sleep
blades bleed, cuts seep
create mysteries
the glass is in a fractured age
is vast finalize run
Around a forgotten sun
Of burnt wood n ash
I am lost in objects of art or form.
Like stone built to last
Burnt wood
broken glass
All are cast
All is encompassing
Burnt at last
Some things persist in memory
of memories
in a forgotten history
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