29 July 2012

57. do not look back (e sonnet)

the city will not save you
the city will give you nothing

except the taste of salt
coating your tongue

filling your mouth
stopping your words

except the vision of fire
through your eyelids

hot and bright and red
as a harbinger moon

there is fire and salt
at the center of everything

  falling from the ground
  or growing from the sky

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