How does a soul burn?

Alive, alone

my pain, your throne

the chatter, the gossip

voices of people,

so little, so small

soo: Irrelevant

always, all the time

– rural melodrama

September, autumn at last

cold stones, cold stones

shivering bones

falling leaves, yellow,

like the

wounds of a defeated city

Lovers, lost

raw sensations,

loyalty with an expiration date…

rootless, all over

we come back again

to our own roots…

It’s too late, always

It’s too dark

It’s like we can’t see the light…

Memories rebuilt temples around us of:

angels and eulogies

Gardens and caves and ghosts in them

I know silence but I hear voices and

understand higher truths

I know how the soul aches

but, how does a soul burn?

How does a soul burn?