right after we discovered fire,
we were sure that it could take us higher;
no reason for us to know
that it could take us far below,
to places we should not know,
where no one should ever go.
it wasn't long after we discovered dirt,
that we realized that we could hurt
and that the ache outside is trebled on the inside,
leaving us no place to hide,
except in the fire,
which made us yearn for the dirt.
what magic is there out there
between the fire and the dirt,
that will help me to forget you?
I sure wish that I knew.
January 4, 2009, for She Who Must Now Be Forgotten.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
1/4/09
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