Flames
Busy-ness
is a fire:
Life
burns
slowly
And
what is found within
is
harsh work.
I
don’t know what it is
To rest;
I
only know fire.
I
only know weary,
dazed, listlessly-tiring
labor.
And
the flames of it burn
my
flesh to cinders
and my soul to ash.
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