Burn
The Ashes of Resurrection
Mixed Media: Ink, Yarn, Wood, Copper
The Quiet Phoenix
A burning sensation, when dogs run to their homes.
Giraffes hide their heads.
Nights so dark, even the apex jaguar guards itself.
Like ashes of volcano, emotions scream with fire;
and like polished coal, the body aspires.
Loss - deep, deathless.
Even mirrors close their eyes.
In such darkness, life is
rendered,
renewed,
re-birthed.
All salvation grants the finality of suspense:
contentment, where one wants any longer nothing.
