ENKINDLER

Find out who you are

and then deny it.

Subtle satisfactions in sickness, if you try it.

Firestorms come, waging war upon raging souls

Keep running… thinking that the soles of your feet will not burn for long…

Yet , no one can run forever.

Find a prudent place to stay and wait until a better day,

until the fury subsides

Until the air is easily breathed again

Then the past creeps in

like a shadow escaping a massacre

Despite best efforts to sustain love

Blindness calls to take her

The fires of turbulence begin to turn

turmoil into the proper catalyst for devastation

Substrates of multiple irrevocable changes…

Dig deep, Dig deep,

to find out why you weep?

Don’t stop believing ,

until the blackness of despair

chokes the trickster to sleep

and you identify the source for which you weep

Strength comes only after the death of self;

this paradox of paradise lost

dry eyed and catatonic

a razors pleas to kindle sadness bubonic plague like remedies

that savor a man when he is on his knees

this too will recede in time

when burdens laid at Holy feet

Hold on until morning comes

Until darkness and light are one.

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