Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

"The fire along the spine"

A feeling fills the air to celebrate

Subliminals that you or I create

Explode with fire along the length of spine

A feeling both so desperate and divine


I wake into a dream of endless sweep

The gossamers of meaning spreading deep

The thrill and ease confusingly align

Leaving only fire along the spine

You light the flame, the sparks are bright, ignitions so they seem

It cannot be I'm living this, so back into the dream

Nebulous, the craft of spell's design

With wonder of the fire along the spine


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