Bone Ash (Hour 16)

Everyone has a couch, 
a newspaper, a talking face 
in the television, friendly bottles, 
some crutch to take the edge off.
Everything is catharsis.

But the fires only come 
in moments we can't account for. 
Compulsive desires, 
Irrational attraction, 
fennel stalks concealing 
stolen pieces of the sun.

I say play with them, 
be burned, let others burn.
No one gets out alive. 
Dwindle to embers.
Gradually combust.

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