A Steamy Path

after sky unveiled this backdrop to me the other morning It’d have been bold of me not to honor it in word..

good lord, morn’s
stumbling path

peers more like Dante’s
drawn his steamy

as lips break to yawn,
fire of the sky asks me
why i ain’t in awe

n’ fawnin’..

i fail to hold back
my lunatic

no tearful pleas, no
humbled knee

just reconcilin’ the
hot poker tip
of irony.

good lord, these reds
r mesmerizin

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