Kindling

 
Ouroboros thought of inclement reverb, possibilities of consciousness tentatively titillating tentacles of a myriad of potentialities

Ridiculous anarchy of oddities become, greater together

Rewriting the rules, blessed be the fools

Intrinsic growth of mind, body and soul
 
Admiration and adulation, echoing from an antediluvian tongue
The one becomes zero and the zero one, another path, this age, our age, their age…
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Where we have been, what we have done, incapable odds, immeasurable moment, a most singular time, reverberating spirit of purpose wants you to be mine
Shades of decay ringing clear, away on the horizon and yet so near

Grandfather time strides on, tick and tock on the clock, hidden in numbers and baptized in flame, regurgitated empathies beginning to wane
No time to explain, the flame was steady, the flame was bright, hidden to all but those with the sight

Dwindling exterior, inferior interior, born without hate, accumulated through the fall

The fall, the fool, hear in this, here in this I will take all
For I am the pyre and you are the flame, burning together as one and the same

The sane
The same
The birth of the flame
Compunction reverted, is all that remains

Fire in the eyes and flame in the heart, dancing together with all that is art
Damnation be damned with virtuous deeds, together we plant that most wonderful seed

In time it will grow and then we can show, all the world of what we had to know

But for now, all I know, is what you are…

The perfection of kindling