Some More Short Poems

Flames in my mind dance,

The truth; they are flaming

dance on in the night.

The sky christens my flame

Burning with the curse of man's shame;

for all our might and witless power,

who can there be but we to blame

The heart sings for pleasure

blind to all other measure,

but the soul craves that which does not speak

flame and water, the dams our souls do keep

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