The hunger for written words beckons me
A look into the deep and soul
A dramatic passion grips me
A soundless screech in a great hall
Twisting shades of vivid hues
Maddening any sense within
Wafts of scents of red and blue
Circling the world within
Fire lighting them wild sinews
Restlessness driving the mind
Look no further. The light renews
All that's smoke, ashes or sand.
No sun overhead, but all in the see
As the wind clears, light shining through.
Memories surrounded.
Bleak, undying residues.
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