Pelagic Fires

Flames scattered in the vast sea,
a melody of replete degrees.
A bell the pelican rings,
the ospreys a song they sing.

The waves collide in a conflagration,
a primal harmony,a tribal concession.
An orchestra coalesces into the moon,
the holocaust eats into a silent room.

A girl, she weeps,
a wraith around it sweeps,
the culmination of the piece,
it idly augurs.

Phlogiston blossomed,
embers dancing,
the rhythm no more ryhmes,
caprice in the paroxysm of light.

Awake from the slumber!
Hark! The vagaries of day!
Harvest the pyre for the song tonight we might,
to fill what little tinders left burning away...








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