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things which burn but not forever

Updated: Jun 4, 2018

there is a frantic oblivion

we dance all into

a madding crowd

with gaping swirling

the maze of feet

gropes the unknown

nebulae too many stars

stamp out the pulse

of riot and rung bells

carving time itself out

under a haze of sawdust

risen the bright bones

of chaos and calm

because beauty settles

to a distant pace

things which burn

but not forever

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