Waste In The Fire

May 13, 2025

Trimming fat

off his soul

he searched

for the bone

With every

new slicing

his consciousness

honed

All waste in

the fire

to sizzle

and fry

Excesses

like smoke

rise forgotten

— incised

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

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