I

Can’t sleep,

The World is talking.

Jumbling monuments

Crumble into

Shards,

Swimming with

Fishes,

Cemented Faces

Sink down

In the

Dark.

Spirits long

Longing

Free

Hearts pealing

Screams in the rust.

We are all bound

To do

What we should and

What we Must.

There is a bird struggling through the dust.

Her head rises slowly from the pall.

The world is shouting

Redemption and

Burning at the

Core.

Listen blue.

Listen grey.

As the mountain

Tumbles

In

Disarray.

We’re all complicit

In the games

They

Play.

It doesn’t crush

The souls

Of us all,

She spreads her wings against the fall.

Forever rides upon

A horse

Cloaked

With no outward

Cunning

Charms.

Love is all I have

To carry

In my empty arms.

I’m not afraid of burning,

I’m not returning home,

Light a match and

Name the blaze,

For every truth

Unknown.

The world is screaming

Epitaphs

My lamp shines

Through the

Night.

Sending pearly apologies up

Beams of

Impossible moonlight.

The Phoenix flexes wings

That shadow

Continents

Of blight.

And she soars unafraid

Above it all.

While scars stand at attention

Next to wounds

Festering

From the

Inside.

Promises buried in rhetoric

Punch holes in

Human rights,

Her feathers coruscate red

Around

Orange eyes of

Perfect sight,

Grieving her children,

Tonight

She is fire

In the sky.

I can hear the world.

I can hear the world

Cry.

I am the Phoenix in flight.