Becoming the keeper of the fire
Stick stuck into sky like lightning rod, struck
From the womb, impeccable desire
To the tomb – Enlisting into the mystery
Being, being present in the presence of the elements
Stark darkness and stars crying in afars
Circles inside of circles becoming optical illusions of spirals
Everywhere-where you look there is a place where you could be lost
Only thinking a coordinates based on thought, not sought
Most are skies of glazed eyes in the bliss of this
That you were convinced
You wished
In the sorrow of my solitude I focused through emerging tears
and emerging fears
The must
of
mere motes
of
dust
Growing near
to
notes
of
gold-told in omnipresent
wind blown
The message of the maze of darkness
embarking
into
Perception upon the nexus
of
fiery coals of fire
The next
to
tend the fire
Flames and stick become staff, rising: Higher. Keeper of the fire
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Cipher
Poems
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hello dearest Cipher I really like this one I found myself getting lost among the elements 💕
Powerfully penned, Cipher. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian