dr_con Posted March 3, 2014 Share Posted March 3, 2014 Day Residue For years I believed a dream more than a reality The Girl Guides gathered singing old Latvian songs I was just a baby getting twigs to feed the fire I slipped O I slipped to feed the fire That’s how I burned Not the memoryless curiosity of embers the burning stump the getting Dad for dinner The trauma they suffered until the intervention of death or dementia never was mine I believed a dream of slipping Beneath an active Volcano wrapped in Coati and Monkeys and birds of every color I had a dream of you not you but you And the fire that killed a village is a distant memory as old as I And like me the Mountain has at least tripled in size since And maybe just maybe it dreams of feeding a fire slipping and tumbling thinking its true like we all do until one day someone like you shakes us and says Wake up! Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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