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

Published by

Geino Äotsch

|B|arber |M|usic |T|ea I am an artist & an advocate. A spiritual lover. Executive Director for ALARK.org Author of Poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com Creator & Owner at Goldenlungtea.com Music & Hair at Geinos.com