The Spark
by Tim Reed
A Torch feeds on flesh
the aching rebellion
against fate made behind sealed doors
footfalls scatter Embers
Golden Burning Eyes
cannot pierce the night's shawl of ink
but as a thought, a laugh of wind
above soars on eddies of revolution
a Spark
a Fire
a Deluge
Heat rising - roaring
"I Will Be Heard!"
"I Will Be Known!"
Orange fingers close around a ball of ash
but all crumbles like the hope of fading love
earth's tears tame the flaming leviathan
doors and ink again conspire
...but a Spark remains
such has it always been
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