Fire Born
In fire are we born,
children of the wind, the rain,
the raging storm.
In dreams do we succumb
to the wane of reason
as it becomes undone.
In thunder rumble, growls, snarls ferocious
with the lightning flash that follows
do we live and die in the soul's mitosis.
In the midnight flight
do we escape the torrent
of the fire burn delight
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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