The last flickering flame was stamped on
Smothered and choked
We wave the last creeping tendrils away
As if swatting flies
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The last flickering flame was stamped on
Smothered and choked
We wave the last creeping tendrils away
As if swatting flies
…
On and on and on and on and on and on
I listen, praising myself internally
For remembering to keep my mouth shut
How smoother these cogs turn
By the grease of my silence
.
April 27, 2025
I expected rain, but it never came
Somehow, through that turbulent mix of…