Torches Rage

The past is but a distant flame,

with reasons there disowned

 

Where fire burns in effigy,

to singe that falsely known

 

The ages but a candle dim,

its wick burned to the quick

 

As torches rage from deep within

—all time a kindling stick

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

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