Picture me without my sin
And all the world burning in.
Simple smoke slips seamlessly
Around my fears, smoot stained.
I hold my controlled fire back
Behind my eyes, in my head.
Blinded by blight but cleansed by flame
Now burdened with freedom all the same.
I am the depleting oxygen and you
Will know me when my smoke turns black.
You will see the Earth's fire slowly die
Along my arms, hands and face.
Soot stains on my soul like oil slicks
Wandering polluted seas, dead zone home.
The world sets me alight in vivid reds,
Licks of flame on skyscraper office furniture.
When I am molten, when I have burnt in,
Will you smother or blow on the embers?
Given that it all ends in morning pits of ash
Can I have a moment from burning in?
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Short Stories -
The Cete Series:
Of Gods and Ends 1
Of Gods and Ends 2
Of Gods and Ends 3
Of Gods and Empire I
With a Clang
After The Clang
in Collaboration:
Psychogen Ep 1
Psychogen Ep 2
Psychogen Ep 3 (Forthcoming)
Steem Survivors Ep. 2
Steem Survivors Ep. 3
Steem Survivors Ep. 4
Poetry:
Always Late
Unmasked
Entangled As We Are
Weigh the World
Puerto Rico & Gunhill Rd.
The Native, the Slave and the Conqueror
Artificial Vibe
Starchild
