“Pure” - 1/22/2025

When people use the phrase “all consuming”
Casually it raises the hair on my arms
I remember like it was last Tuesday the way one entity
One love one tempestuous personality could
Full throttle crash into my existence unbeknownst to
My future’s emergency room fragmented regret-ragged heart

Danger is a quality revered in every media orifice and if you say I lack edge
It’s because my edges were so sharp once in carelessness’ aftermath
That rage left my body, hovered overhead like visibility itself
And I’ve been struggling ever since to lure it back home with sweet songs and safety nets of tulle skirts
Strategically piled in corners, humming silently

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I think of you, surrounded by fire
A circle of orange and yellow at the air
I think of your vengeance and your animus
Your reasons for persisting and your aversion
To ocean and all things safe like how ignorance
Slams doors shut against illumination’s birdsong
Winds ravaging whimsicalness relegated to indulgence
Hopelessness tantrums its blanket on the floor
Witnesses story-swap collectively, summoning energy
To do more, to offer more, to help more, to be more