Dead Flames

Dead Flames

The curse of loneliness is 
that I like it.

It carries me to worlds unnamed–

Until I see nothing,
but memories untamed.

Stepping lightly
to music from dead flames–

I dance
with wildflowers,
clenched in my teeth–

My elegy,
penance paid.

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