Fire

Crescent trees and fires burning
Wheat fields ablaze in a fiery desert
Dripping the truth from your inner mind
Excoriation from an orange rind

Truth is masked, it can liberate your soul
Screaming in anger
Agony, defeat
Trying in vain to make hatred complete

Marring the beauty of a self uninvolved
Making another from the chaos of old
Making amends with an old clandestine soul
Marring the truth because it's all so evolved

Making your way through a mirage of trees
Deep forest evergreens and leaves and insects abound
Panache for the result, the technique is awry
Red cubes and blue circles, blue reptiles and the sky

-Marlon C. Hartshorn, 03/29/2006