Panic pit, the lion slips down into
a canyon hell
Rally on and entre love to another
font
Fire smolders, fire cold
Fire kindled, fire knows
Fresh timber over blackened grounds
Rage and love in maelstrom strummed
From the nuance one is met in
mutuality’s glove
Slipped hand in hand walking the
levee’s grip
Flames surround the bodies stepping
peaceful in the ashen clouds
That this piercing bauble could
swell from an internal ledge
Expand absorb and the emotional
fusion lets a moan
Escape to the arid mist, black flash
orange wood floating on the wind
Burn the world and never more at
home
Capsule of the passion taking
vagabonds
From wallflower postures pointing
out imposters
To genuine souls emoting an electric
bond
The forces of fire attracting the
colors of the hottest blue
Eye to eye in the realization of
what was said was not forgotten
Prancing in the thunder trains in
the other’s head
Mistakes like stepping stones, river
crossed
Alive in the fire as the world
melts, nothing lost
Mysteries evaporating in the morning
fog
Sweating enigmas into characters
each has forever longed
Inferno burgeoning and the old world
is gone, gone, gone
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