I Am Is Ash

Completion  
 
                      forms  
 
                                the  
 
                                       folds
                                    
                                 of  
 
                           an  
 
                             inevasible
   
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             Where  
 
                         everything  
 
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                                               l
                                                  i
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                                            h
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                                               s
                                      
                                                     and  
 
                                       wears  
 
                              a
                         w
                            a
                                 y
             
                                            The  
     
                                    whole  
 
                      becomes
         
            c ha ot i c  
 
                 again  
 
                              Inclu sions  
                        
                           squint  
 
                      in  
 
                           the  
 
                                pullucid  
 
                          flare  
 
                                         Where  
 
                                  even  
 
                     fire
        
                               r u n s
    
               scared  
 
                                        The  
 
                                               axiom  
 
                                                        of  
 
                                             the  
 
                                                   flame  
 
                                     afraid  
 
                            to  
 
              tame  
 
                            the  
 
                               trainer
                      
                                                 No  
 
                                         yield  
 
                                 to  
 
                                besetting  
 
                    grounds  
 
                                      Revive  
 
                                           all
 
                                               lost
 
                                            victuals  

                                 For
 
                        faith  
 
                                     feeds  
 
                        on  
 
                                  the  
 
                     creeds  
 
                          of  
 
                               creation  
 
                                                          I  
 
                                                    release  
 
                                     the  
 
                        unease  
 
                                      of  
      
                               now  
 
                                         The  
 
                               burning  
 
                         soul  
 
                     in  
 
            you  
 
                    needs  
 
                                  her  
 
                                              But  
 
                                   the  
 
                                           heart  
 
                                                       of  
 
                                                             me  
 
                                                          is  
 
                                                what  
 
                                       feeds  
 
                               her  
 
                                     Syn  
 
                                       in  
 
                                      the  
 
                                 synthetic  
 
                                       c
                                   a
                                     u
                                   l
                                     d
                                         r
                                      o
                                           n  
 
                I'm
     
                   holding  
 
       your  
 
                 luscious  
 
                                    light  
 
                   
                                                 Sapphires  
 
                                          stir  
 
                                 in  
 
                                      the  
 
                                                  mist  
 
                                 Fire  
 
                               meets  
 
                                  the  
 
                                 snow  
 
                                  light  
 
                                    of  
 
                                   my  
 
                                 white  
 
                              diamond  
 
                                    w
                                        a
                                    n
                                        d  
 
                            Dolorous  
 
                       rise  
 
                on  
 
                                     I  
 
                               am  
 
                                        is
 
                                               gone  
 
                               Alpha  
 
                       through  
 
                  omega  
 
                                   Star  
 
                                        servants  
 
                                             and  
 
                                          the  
 
                               observants  
 
                                    of  
 
                               the  
 
                                    sorceress  
 
                                                 snake  
 
                We  
 
                       make  
 
                                   up  
 
                                        thee  
 
                                                  entirety  
 
                                                    of  
 
                                              us  
 
                               We  
 
                  are  
 
                           the  
 
                                    fire  
 
                        We  
 
                                are  
 
                                         the  
 
                                               ashes  
 
                                       And  
 
                               we  
 
                        are  
 
                             the  
 
                                       dust...  
 
 
                                                       ELÝ