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Poem: Smoke trials
The sacrificial flame burns high The licks of orange and red flicker White marble, red flames mix, blend, liquify What he has done is unadvised- (Treasenous perhaps) But Cale watches- Hypnotized, Hopeful. If the offerings burned in the holy flames of the altar can reach Olympus itself- Can they reach someone else? What about Cale’s mother? Could his letters reach her in Elysium? He hopes so, -so…
Poem: I burned.
The fire that took you will not return- it was put out, smothered dampened until it could no longer burn. But it is hard to discern the past from the present to separate the two is something I must learn until i no longer think of myself as abandoned- I haven’t, not yet but i will, for you I will not forget But i will rewrite my…
