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The fire keeps on burning Keeps on turning, world enduring The temperature is rising No surprising, there’s no uprising The underbrush is smoldering The politics are bouldering Side-to-side they hide No wonder TV’s too need screens so wide Too many passions burn In hickory, oak, flower and fern Crimson like ibis Coasts ‘Fornia and New, we miss Sauter on, saunter on ‘Til all of it’s gone The melange that fuels the fire All the prophets that will profit, never tire When the ghosts of bridges rise And the airwaves filled with lies Who will cast water not aspersions Cause no trifling diversions
The world keeps on turning Yet, still the fire’s burning, burning, burning
NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.17.24 “Fire Eterne”
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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.26.24 "Burgeoned-Burgundy Moon"
Quiet beasts of the night Prowlers of the Hunter Moon Garbed in your furs and your blacks and your whites Stripes streaked with scarlet, with crimson blood rites Who sang the songs to name you with such fear Scholared madmen, pursuant of acclaim? Ignorant to the spectered shadow in the mirror Wipe their face, perplexed with trails of blood; How queer Victims of the city’s streets strewn red Pounding, pleading at the doors, party goers echo cheers, jeers Overhead the moon hangs low like the stalker’s head To what dark delights shall these roads lead Blood, through the streets, the streams, like veins Beaten from the heart of the city Badum-badum, daylight’s rise, who remains? Predator-prey, pray with those hands, bloodstains Gentle prowlers, howlers to the moon The street-beast-bloodied city’s yours With toothy maw and snarling grin, crackle and croon This dream has rotted from within - the dreamer waketh soon Beneath the hunter moon who else but hunters hunt For if the beastly-ghastly dream persists Who else but hunters is there to confront? When rash and bloody deeds are done and dripping from their teeth Hunters-Beasts — Exalt. Exeunt!
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