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Pending Embers

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

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