Bite and Scratch

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Phrases like embers from a bonfire besiege me, entwined in such noise

they light the way for wild and terrible mischief 

such a scale burst drum skins to keep rhythm, 

a cliff of imposing stature and will 

conversations, mutterings and utterances, what-ifs left in the past

floating down in a swarm of amber and crimson leaves

like a great flame-tongue, to lick the world clean with unfiltered madness

so many strands of hair and one I chase over the ends of myself to collect

to hear a true remembrance and not an imagined back-and-forth 

before Love was a frightening creature

set loose on back-crooked prey.