He Thought
By agora
He thought there are stones caught in the flux of us things we call true things we call right things we call ours things we call an antidote to night. Then he thought I will be finder and keeper of the rocks of the shoals of the shells of the souls things we call an antidote to night. Then he thought I will be fire-maker splitter of stones finding the core in the core the heat in the heart the whole in the hole things we call an antidote to night. Then he lit his flaring fires in the dark burning the hard the bright to illuminate his own evacuated heart his own sole soul things he calls an antidote to night. But where there’s smoke there’s more damned smoke. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 04:49 AM PST 0 • 13
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