Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Flames


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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