Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope
Hole in the ground
Takes
But never gives
Back a soul
consumed

Fancy is making man of death hunger
A sleep upon pyre of hates bleeding
No place in wind coming
Embers light in palette
On a fire of souls
Left burden
Said done
Last fade
truth
Faces
Life

Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope
Hole in the ground
Takes
But never gives
Back a soul
consumed

Hunger death of man making is fancy
Bleeding hate of pyre upon sleep
Coming wind in place no
Palette in light embers
Souls of fire on
Done said
Fade last
Truth
Faces
Life

Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope
Hole in the ground
Takes
But never gives
Back a soul
consumed

Life
Faces
truth
Last fade
Said done
Left burden
On fire of souls
Embers light in palette
No place in wind coming
sleep upon pyre of hate bleeding
Fancy is making man of death hunger

Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope
Hole in the ground
Takes
But never gives
Back a soul
consumed



Life
Faces
Truth
Fade last
Done said
Souls of fire on
Palette in light embers
Coming wind in place no
Bleeding hate of pyre upon sleep
Hunger death of man making is fancy

As the poet lives so does he die
In words repeated
On the marker
On his
Tomb
beating