Adamīs Rib
Firefly
Return Adamīs rib
if this is what it means
to be alive
am I alive?
Feeling all this decay
wasting layers of me
Sobering cold
it graces my mind.
Settling in for a long winter
of empty space.
Embers to ashes
endless toils.
Quicksand for sunlight
immortalizing darkīs brand.
Calloused and frozen
here in this memory
of ribbons and pearls.
Despondent solutions
against conciliate reason.
