#4 - whose fire?

4^th of January, 2020

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whose fire?

ours? theirs?

or you say God’s

it suits you

takes the blame away

deity will do

ask no questions

tell no truths

chance it

marry, burn

carefully

and count again

let day in

or there’s fire inside

gets out

it’s normal, it’s so normal

not needed you believe

fact’s not a difference to make

it suits you so to say

the benefits to not believe

are greater than

Great God

whose?

mustn’t ask

take fences

present a theory

test it

any deity will do

are we too much?

there’s that embarrassed whisper

be quiet, can’t you

hear the flames

burn the bush

the fires of luck

are brimful

this will be a proverb one day

take the tablets now

pile higher till the sun’s touch

and in those days was no conversation

but fools kept their own counsel

that embarrassed whisper again

the ones who know, who understand

speak with themselves again

the skies rain burning spears

the rain forgets to fall

it’s natural

it’s some cycle

God’s wisdom whispers over

some fled and were encouraged

a city came here to get out

godsmote

like the sound of that

let the anvil strike

no thinking

let spin

everything ever supposed

do you?

it doesn’t matter which

take profit

let breeze through mind

here’s just where you dreamed

measure a thing and over again

careful

no, back to blind stumble

mumble ways on

pocket the proceeds

the nightmare is imagining

make a cloud of thunder, fire

and who’s belonging there?

all this is created

all made up

the fires are fake

I’ll tell you what you want to know

more silver and more gold

went that way

followed the trail of ash

bone

some have left no trace

and we had not yet named them

reap whirlwind

sow discord

make Bibles out of this fine stitch

nor did the dinosaurs ever know

the numbering of their days

yet smote

for all their evil leer

and in the fairytale

all’s fine

pile higher

till the sun will touch

the cash, the stocks

the burning coals

take it all in

say no more

can’t stand to hear the whispering

must not ask a question

must not express a point of view

there’s nowhere now beyond us

I’ll rapture if you’ll choke

whose fire?

yours? mine?

curse the gods

count now

and count again tomorrow

it won’t be the smoke

that wakes you