The lighthouse is lit with candles

I can see light in the darkness, deep at sea – yet – close to shore.

The lighthouse is lit with candles but the glass is cracked from years past. – yet –

To stand on the bow and see the candle- lit – fishes swim with gold, silver and green – like –

burning dollars,

burning trees,

burning bribes,

burning me,

Watching as the candle- lit-  water-mirrors expose the burning souls

These children of water wet with fire…. trading energy for food never no’ing

We are cold in the dark water & warm w/ fire on the surface

The dichotomy of sound reduced to a feather and a gill

The epitome is found to be leather and bill

so this shell can burn but my soul is chaste.

Let tears from science that become cluttered with letters

Fig haters from lions that become hungry with lions

Let’s take one last look .every. man. women. and. child.

@ the embers of our souls to divine if we still live!


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