Crimson – A Poem

 

Crimson

Lighting my pipe

sizzling crimson

against the

crushing

brutally frenzied

volatile

melodies

of Sivad.

Exhale smoke

incense at

the altar

sweet

grace

reverberating.

A twenty-minute

commute.

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