Kindling the Fire
I'll stick to the secret religion
I don't need a reason
to enter metamorphosis
like the wind cutting rocks
to carve out new rivers
Stranger than fiction
my nominal friction
ties to this earth
I might fly off
like a child in birth
severing ties to his mother
The inside out pains
for all I've attained
the scratches and bruises
hardly tell the story
of a life of little worry
throw stress to the winds
every now and then
look back and say
how did I get here
with minimal damage
I don't have much
but I manage
These days drained of desire
like a thin pulled copper wire
shiny on the outside
brawny in the in
its like a wick in the wind
kindling this fire
I'll be okay though
because I'm a short winded liar.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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