and we’ll all beg for fire
in the end
offered every second chance to repent
stared the goat directly in the eyes
wince and scratch at fevers
blistered in the past tense
two birds, a third, a fourth
and a flag waving in the wind
it’s the same story as old as time
reimagined each spin with new rhymes
crooked angles of twisted teeth
sharpened upon their own gnawing steel
savory salts and sugared highs
spider silk to cut a break
psyche swirling with weight of world
owl’s wisdom transmuted to heron
the blinding truth as sharp as source
bleeding through our veils of soul
in this flesh but not quite of it
magnetic song whispering something more
beyond the waves of battered helm
a sweeter realm of stoic calm
reaching for the sun in splendor
toward pulsing light of dire need
and we’ll all burn together
in the end
