better to burn

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

i am a dream
in the fog
in the stream
of lethe

you will not
know me with
eyes fused shut
trails & tracers
& eyepopping
fingers pressed
against the lids
blind

i would extend
a hand inviting
but i know
gestures from me
have no meaning
in thin twilights

better to burn away
in the morning sun
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