Feu de Joie

Sometimes love gets cast

as a recurring revenge play

When over its limit,

there suddenly overlaps —

An arrival of its dead souls,

awakens a “death” trap.

An explosion of hatred

so pure and sudden

that it lights up the sky

No need to forget

nor ever forgive

nor let it defeat —

But to remember

how hatred consumed the child

with a wild determination to live.

Dont pretend indifference ?

interminably fall back

into a delicate silence ?

When love (as a quest to live)

careens with a thunderbolt,

its not there to be tamed —

But a pure restless freedom

flying straight out of Spain ?

To free a winged demon

from its love for the flame.


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