Which Window?

by September 15, 2017 0 comments

After the lava dries behind my
Eyes, and thoughts calcify my pupils wide,
The sky still has space for all of

The planets’ volcanoes. Not just my

Brain’s bleeding rage to stay Spirit-high.

– Mark Fleury

editors note:

In that day, hope we may find refulgence in the fumes. – mh clay

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