Thursday, March 3, 2011

Crazy Grace

Burn it does, I mean
I do, the thoughts in my fingers
What do you do with fire you can not eat whole
And thowing water (or bourbon) on
only makes it flame higher,
I get higher - just watching it burn. Burn, burning
creating words out of ash I
press to my face consumed by a vision
of Grace and redeemable prose. Crazy grace,
it's crazy

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