Flue Pipe

Burning as the turn within should have
The weaver of a solid mass of light
Fire broods to bellow in the night
Opposite the yellowed tusk

I never saw it leave myself
I only saw the dimming
And that which shocked itself about
Never climbed again

Had I been blind I might have missed
What I have felt beneath my eyes
But had I seen I might have scorched
The very soul within my tide

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com