consciously suspending my outrage and all the while a surge of dolts and dinguses (the shameless dingi) fuel a conflagration a confederation of confoundingly cacophonous c words they plug the stream of hope with me me me and sadly my versions of what me could be find no warmth from their fire
ash rains down the tears of dying pines once standing sentry against eternity silent and permanent the fire now devours lives led in silence seasons after seasons the growing and living ends today as plumes of smoke leave nothing for something at the location where forever waited
