Celeste GreenJan 241 min readThe Smell of The BlazeThe smell of the blaze And sudden pentecostal stirReflecting in a melting mirror Transitory timeBetween our brief hourAnd the watery afternoonA scheming generation glaresLike a suspended sundown ofUnimaginable intensity
The smell of the blaze And sudden pentecostal stirReflecting in a melting mirror Transitory timeBetween our brief hourAnd the watery afternoonA scheming generation glaresLike a suspended sundown ofUnimaginable intensity