bliss station ~ poetry

if in the way of light

if in the way of light
my shadow turns
what then do I know of fire

to burn is to feel fire
to be warm is to feel fire.

to dangle between two vague things -

perfume & shit
flavor & hunger
mogra & sulfur

roof & sky - is fire
a fear of water.

is it guilt that makes me
wonder if I am

drenched in the red
of the flame
eating away at wax.

but then I tell myself
as I've been told

of things darker than wax
things brighter than flame

toothless cogs of a machine
running just fine. guns ashing

roads ashing. ashing further
& ash again.

~Ajay
28/3/2020