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.

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