Some embers catch a tailwind to conflagration Some embers fade like memories of the womb Jesus and his seed, the sower of truth. Save one seed he forgot; the seed in stasis. The seed in stasis. It was the comfort that became uncomfortable. It was the money that became a liability. It was the sacrifice that that became nothing more than sacrifice If I were caught in amber... In amber, I had fought An amber of half light lived in a lens without life. Static golden light. Honey without sweet might as well be ice. It is the ember of an old man, the ember in an old man, The ember of this man, the ember in this man. The ember in stasis, the ember pending. ember, pending b u r n
A Collection of Poetry