Free of It

Free Of It river of flame rising through my spine red yellow fingers cut the hollow night burning fragments white bones of darkness by moments twist against the open thought of dying I hear the little ticking as the pieces fall apart less than when I had so much I didn't need to try nothing fits now that I'm free of it the thinking part of me I know it knows the nothing that's not here is where I'm now a carousel of wind begins to weave a fabric clear and warm that I can wear a calming storm of blue has taken what I could not be given back the empty house river of flame speak to me