The tempest within me stirs quietly
Offering only embers out of the darkest of dark
And slowly flames pour to the top as the wind and the oxygen –
Breathe the life of rage back to the heartbeat that has beat, beat on so steadily
For so long, in perfect rhythm.
The gasoline furthers the flames and they joust with the leaves and the trees
That have rooted, from me
And I see their tear drops as they lose themselves in the blast of the infernal flames
Wanting to believe that the fuel within the pit was enough to keep burning warmly
Without accessory carnal damage.
