A Dance Around the Fire
Crimson twirl, golden pirouette,
Stumble and fall into the fire pit.
We dance, but distant from
Sweet misery’s focal set.
Gnawing flames, our distant sun
A futile fixation; undone
From addiction, to innocence,
We dance around the sun.
A flash of searing genesis
For one moment upon the precipice,
I leapt into the burning kiss.
Anything to fill the emptiness.
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