Listen dancers of the
fire -
the solstice night speaks,
calling all lost freaks
to dance round and round the
pyre
That consumes measured songs
into a voiceless white
noise
while smoke wisps away
all poise;
leaving smoldering wrongs.
Bring the executioner sacred
libation;
he may fashion your resolutions
and your egoistic restitutions
into a final merciful
liberation;
Beware! - This is neither
a kindness
nor is it promise of
saving grace -
merely a respite from the
flame’s face
and a moment of pure night
blindness.
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