Without Clearly Marked Exits

A room carved

into his heart–

no door,

but a room

without a candle.

His heart

a hollow room

without a candle.

He desired a candle,

to watch it burn,

but there was no match,

or he would burn,

the world would burn,

the house would burn

into ash,

into ash,

into ash:

ash

and wind.

(June 20, 2019)

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