Every New Deconstruction
That's not sunlight --
that's fire!
Bells Gongs Sirens
blast the night
proclaim blazing barricades
People can't take the heat
opening doors, windows, eyes
dancing naked in the conflagration
Fan those flames!
Toast to the afterlife,
afterglow cinder and ash
Throw in contracts,
cash, whatever has no
value on its own
Warmth to the soul
unlike we've ever known
Throw on sorrow, worry, guilt,
shame
No longer tied to marks
against a name, no longer
than this moment
can be claimed
Released, peacefully
enjoy the flame's
hypnotic bliss
Prophecy fulfilled
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