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
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