The wind and ash

The image, repeats over and over

The night gathers like ash near fire,

Stains the vessel black.


Oh wind carry away the flame

of the image, the dream

that burns into my mind,

like the names, the ways

of what once was,

the same way you carry

the locks off a face.

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