Time is a moving picture,
In a random mind.
It's where I first heard-
The Sound of Flame burning.
The din of charred dreams.
Drink fast your cup of oblivion--
Hemlock for writers--
Titles without stories--
Accomplishment none.
Again and again,
I demand of the Angel--
Save me from Your Grace
and the Sound of Flame Burning.
-posted by Nobius 11:07 AM 