This place is ablaze with furious towers
Of spiraling smoke and ashes and bits
Of journals and novels and magazines
(I packed up my things
Faced the sunset after all
I should have known better
‘Cause I knew it all along)
You blew out the sun in a meteor shower
Like hailstones, like chemicals
Like messages in gestures
(I loaded my trunk with all the faces I'd worn
And the seed in my chest at a miniscule height
The light stomped dead on a cloudless night)
Streams of amber light
Falling from your eyes
They enflame and devastate
The cities in my mind
(I wanted to say there was someone to blame
But I was the one who built that cathedral
To a god who was playing a whole different game.)
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