Geoff+Volcovici

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 * //The Phoenix//**

Given my benediction To a uncertain truth The booth begins to fog with the emptiness billowing from every orifice of my body Slowly, it will blacken my face and bring doubt and confusion to a crooked smile My fingernails turn mustard yellow like a school bus left behind to those who have already forgotten We both sit as victims, yet all I can see with glass eyes is the paint curling into fetuses and screws rusting with no regrets I knew I was too fearless to be afraid, so I dropped to my knees and searched with clasped hands for someone to hear me scream Put out the fire! Please, put out the fire! Surely, I must have gone aflame Sometime after my W-2 cried And watching the golden feathers rain Like freedom I assign myself as the sky bleeds to dust And the birds make the earth cry. I see now many people have gathered With rifles pointed at the flickering moon And then man casted the light. The world left hand-in-hand, But I swallowed the ashes before the night Could knit stars and stripes.

Still, with wings woven from the sun’s locks, I couldn’t see what’s right. I take flight and wander. Cities melt and shatter like porcelain when They ring with my desires. We’ll swim in the belly of volcanoes And fill our glasses with mire. But, it’s too late He is already a child of the night and his brothers and sisters have come to cast their light.