Controlling Flame

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The world speaks

of dawn wine,

endless time,

shattered —

glass deep, burgundy red.

Writhing marks to be bled.

Controlling

deep-seated antagonists;

fire is a protagonist.

Sounds —

like the whipping of the skin aflame with fires

or of the road under the tires.

Hums

on like the voice of the intellect which —

the sound brings a sudden twitch.

Speaks

so softly, but turns on a dime -

hold that thought, all in due time.

Controlling

fire is for those with real propensity,

will, and torches; to out-flame the intensity.

Burns.

They’re weak as the vines having

consumed the wrath of the wines.

Grow

mother, even the earth —

nature’s rebirth;

knows

flames are just hell’s wicked kiss