I really hope and really fear
That at the end of false light and fake death
When the sun expands to swallow the world
That like I've heard a few say
And like I've seen fewer believe
That there will be the snow and there will be ash
And the cold and untouchable will melt in an instant
back into their earth
The true dust made of all the crosses they've shrugged off
And the ash will remember the furnace and the sun will know his own
Because they've talked before and had their fights
And the snow will fall and melt for real
The flakes are frightened without their irony
And face to face they will flee, who could blame them?
And the ash will return to the flames
And know that what burned and scarred
was only the hearth of their home
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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