Passion

From the depths like a hidden leper

Rises a new sun that roars in radioscopic

Pulses that bounce off everything.

What will signal back?

What will return the cost of the

Raw molten crackle that

Whimpers incessantly with a great

Excess?

Who will heed this great pyroclastic flow

That seeps through in heaps and renders

All to cinders?

Take up the mantle my love

And whittle.

This brute lumbering beast

Could become as light as an autumnal leaf

That swoons in the damp breeze

To take its seat with its overripe brothers.

It is in essence dangerous. A carnal sunder

That sounds like the trumpets of war.

But it will fade like so many

Blue giants.

They shone so bright with

An eerie might

And collapsed like

Exhausted bodies when the deed was done.