This Fire In Which We Burn
(In memory of Jeff Buckley)
Death....
Shelly sleeps beneath the ocean floor
and his soul moves across the wake of
the ocean's waves, like the current
his voice becomes momentum
Youth....
The words seek the innocent mind,
there they pause, young romantic girls and
wild unconquered boys hear the call,
respond. Some even become heroes, heroines,
others poets dark and yet equally light.
Rimbaud he claims all others for theirs
is a calling which even gods cannot
fathom, somehow modern and yet more
unacquired. Wolf children. Vampires.
Free loving adolescents on the edge of
desire. Adults. No childhood. All tomorrow's
parties possibly ending tonight. A crucifix
hangs from the rock star's throat, he smiles
howls and screams into the void, completes
the cycle. This like the prophesiesed coming
of each new messiah during the beginning and
ending of each civilized society, and this
is the sign by which the animal lives, and
the one part of ourselves.....
We deny
IMMORTALITY
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