Stolen Centuries

These moments have weight
that you’ll never know; these
daily heroes show what love
can bestow, and the remnants
of us gently vibrate. I’m a ghost
in a shell, that is an endless, hot
hell and we just go round and
around, forever. Straight backed
we do muster, with all brazen
bluster, some hope that we’re
never alone. Stifle laugher
and shout to the wide open sky
that these fires, sweet and molten,
are certain never to die; we build
on clay, dust and bone.

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