eriedragon4 57M
2737 posts
4/4/2006 4:22 am

Beneath the ties that bind...
amoung tea lights and dull blades,
I stand to be recognized
by the white flame that creeps
slowly with intention-
like honey on silk.
It is not a matter of kindred vs. enemy,
pain vs. pleasure,
but the familiar dispute
and similar differences
that prick my skin like rough wool.
I'm not good at this, but even if I was,
what exactly am I good at?
It saunters sadistically &
ever-so-slightly away from my
fingertips everytime I try to capture it,
knowing full and well
of the defeat it would meet.
Tiny pops like crickets
trapped behind glass,
it comes always unexpected,
yet never with surprise.
There is no true enemy but the ashes
that scatter and sinews
at my feet.

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