Only Solace

The time.
It melted on me
Once.
As a child in slender
Precaution.
Delusionary remarks
I created
Myself.
I was Eden.
My tongue:
Serpent.

Volatile embers sprang forth
From the advantages
I consumed.

Like rain.

Like rust.

Illusions inside glass marbles
Precipitated my meanings.
The sprinkling denied
My decaying rumors.

No longer literate.
Just irate
Reasons to become
Divinity.

Solace is
When the sun
Penetrates
Iron.

It boils when
Awake.

C. L. H o d g e © 2011

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