Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)

Raze Nirvana

I walk through my meadow of paper flowers
carefully fostered over the decades.
Now I ponder on a porcelain bench
the destruction of it for a new age.

I hold before me a single match
meant to be my solemn aide
unknowing if I have the resolve
or if I am yet afraid.

I pluck a single bud...
do I make peace with the charade?
Knowing that I forsake my sanctuary
cushioning the hard days?

The first to ash is the first foot in the ground
smoke from the fires throw a blanket of shade.
Each petal that lets itself fall
a crack in the barricade.

I lay in the cinders
utopia betrayed.
Is allowing the fiends closer
worth the sacrificial blaze?

Eyes fog over
times of joy replay;
the whispers claw forward
murmuring of weeds mislaid.