Two

The light suggested
you bear too much love
The stampede had stopped
You must curb your love –

Breathing and the stifled moans of pain
even as I condemn you.

It had burned down.
I should be dead now.
“Now, he realized”
Now he had forgotten.
Shocked him because he recognized it.
You should’ve known the consequences.

I’m delirious, dancing.
The more niches there are for life.
Let it settle back in a little swirl.
From his left, from behind him.
I’m waiting, Nothing?
Doesn’t he want me to see him?
Soon it would come
Why does he look upward?

The crusting of deeper sound, far, far away.
Consumed.
Watching the flames taste the new wood
which the mind refused to consider.