In the Cathedral: Images & Confessions


Sooty little ember
not yet enough to burn
enough to fuel my rage
it slipped out
unnoticed by most
mine are the eyes of Argus
I saw/heard/felt that little acid droplet
powerful thrusts of scaly wings
pump the ember to full fledged fury
my rage
I depart like a dragon full of ancient pride
ugly and elegant in flight
but I burn her and she cries out “How can I
touch the sun without being burned?”
How can you catch the wind
in a fish net?
burn on through.


Published by psychoterrierpy

Thoughts and Feelings; Poetry and Prose; Ramblings and Prophecies.

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