firedance

now all

that is

left is

a burning

scar of

fragrant

flesh

 

the seared

mark of

sealed

fate

regret.

 

So it is

its perhaps

m'ladies

embarrassment

and hence

ego

therefore

illusion

or perhaps

innards

turning

inwards

 

retroactive displacement

of utter dispair

brokenness

i am so

embarrassed

 

 

 

a long journey

that never ends

to no-where

made alone

though thought

to be accompanied

 

no response

in the sea of

illusion.