Thursday, 6 May 2021

phoenix me not

 phoenix me not


a sub-atomic feather fell 

from the phoenix that is rising 

in the regresses of your mind

it tried to rise again   it really did

but downhill the wild horses cantered

trampling the embers in their snorting

that time be hoofed by no one

not even you - not even you

there

i’ve said it 

how acrid is the feather’s burning

the illusive anagram that is phoenix

in a mutual annihilation 

the serpent bites its tail

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