Through the curling fingers of the trees
Through the gaps in the canopy, I see
Eyes in the darkness following me
Behind the whispering wind words
and the chatter of the love birds
Cries in the darkness, feral and free
And although I know I'm here alone
my blood and bones my own
There's a pillar of smoke, the colour of blood
An all surrounding, all consuming, forever looming
Unstoppable force.
An ugly burning ballet, twisting above.
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