Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Make A Camera From A Pringle Can

Fire

pain rocks Small world bristling
Scales When rattling
turns litany
inconceivable losses.

A nothing, a déjà vu
A shared by all humanity
A maelstrom of pocket
Intimate, cozy
A lonely to face ...

Thus in the course of life
go those we loved ...
And the fire burns our nerves
When we hold still standing
Living and torn.

come the words and tears
Wine and Friends
Vienna tenderness that disarms
And opens the night

In letting go that collects
Our fragile beings scum
To finally De rest
much trouble ... And through

The barrier of flames
Who transforms us forever.