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
Wow, Pat.
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