Fires

I smash the windows for ways to distract from The cell of shattered saints. A ruptured rhapsody, Of Wednesdays red with faith. I crash the night with my heavy doubts. I blaze the sky with an echo The calling of yesterday and tomorrow collapsed. The view is stretched in devout greens and futures unfathomed. . I am waiting. I am patient to a fault and it flaws me, it floors me. The weight of a heavy world, an indefatigable spectator. A sunrise, the Northern world upon Valkyrie. Letters of indulgence and selfless ambitions for selfish occasions. Where tomorrow waits in blood-red devotion.