Children of the Chain

by jaydee - Taurus

fire brings smoke.
smoke to stain the annuls of the mind.
the mind to breathe fire into the words of
the days. the days becoming years that have no meaning.
a year is a creation, and death is the only age that 
has any consistency. 
time is a fool. another fool created by a village of fools.
calanders snap like a whip.          clocks toll. 
numbers and metal.
fire brings smoke.
smoke to stain the annuls of the mind.
the mind to breathe fire into the words.
start with the sparks, my children of the chain.
start with the sparks, and let the wind rear our insolence
into a creature of malice.
fire brings smoke, and today we need the flames 
to feed our minds.

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2006-02-10 07:59:28
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:58
Poem ID: 71192

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