Meanwhile, The Black Fire  

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My knees scrape across dusty 

sand and gravel. I have been 

drawing my brittle shape 

across this desert for years. 

The world is unforgiving as the 

world does its worldly things. 

On some days gravity 

pulls harder than on others. 

Meanwhile the black fire 

silhouette of my soul slides 

off a shelf somewhere deep 

inside of me. It is time.