A Memory Of Fire

Around me




The sky

Is dying

And the air is brown


At the twilight

Of my world

The sky is

The Kansas of Dorothy

Where yesterday

Is stuck on the other side

Of the rainbow

And all there is

Is dusty brown


The very air

Is a tornado

To a time in my past

When I was a child

And the whole sky

Was grey

And the air carried

Those feathers

Of gentle white

But now is now

Now is flight


I must escape

I must once again

Leave this twilight

This world’s end

And fly

On my feathers

Over the rainbow

Leaving my fears


To burn in flames

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