to all memories
consumed by fire
those which are so heavenly
hairpin on a road to hell
like charcoal can't be renewed
these memories become lost eternally
but often these memories allow their ashes
to float around in the universe of the
psyche
like smoke is an irritant, a nuisance
the residue of these memories
pester the mind
a cloudy mess stains it's corners
and leaves the centre like smoke,
foul and grey.
- k y r v t
