Tuesday, July 10, 2007

My Fire

Rising, burning
funny, how a little information,
printed words, can cause
the heart to blaze.

Weigh the words on
the grayscale, weigh them
carefully, neutral like
high court judge.

Well sure I'll do that,
I'll make sure to find
the inner truth and all,
weigh it all on the grayscale.

But now's the time for fire,
glowing hot white, blue on the edges
now's the time for the fire,
burn my heart clean.

My fire,
gave it away,
oh can't get it back,
ah hell, you never caught a rabbit,
and you ain't no friend of mine.


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