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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