The Fire Which Moves
by dan ankers
Oak tree sways by ocean's breath
the planet turns with arms to hold
Encapsulates the mirrored ball
reflections are of one, of all
Impressions left in stone
are as breaks in sinew
bone
As we're turning
eyes behold
a mirrored ball
that never relents
churning, making fresher
masks
to cover up these elements
Figments born
out of
fear and wonder
happenstance
and miraculous
mistakes
That which moves us
disapproves us
by its very nature and name
and moving forward we overlap
with utter disgustion as our claim!
sickness is our child
So create a winged demon
a knight so charged
fulfills thy task
all because
of a random movement
discharged
despoils the game
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