Incandescent Ignition

Incandescent Ignition
Flickering Flame

An austere admission
Bearing no blighted blame
Cindering clumps of cathartic contagion
Do derisively drain
Emotion effaced by emigrants evasion

Withering wonder with wraith-like words
Ephemeral, ever escaping
Forever, not fleeting, as fully firm
Glowing gloomily, ghastly and gaping
Heightened hearing hates all have, has, and heard
I incite instantiation in infinite infatuating
Juxtaposition just jilts the just

Diffusing dialogue if days and deeds done
Omega omits omnipresently til only is one

Killing kindly, kills the kind
Leaving large lonely lack of light
Missing managed mitigation might
Non-existence nears the noir of night
Out, only on the overstated opinion of one option as optimal

Dolefully driven
Onto obscurity

On observance of omission, orations
Never necessitate the nascence of and
Entailing an earlier era of enlightenment

Priority pertaining to privileged position
Quiets qualms quixotically and is quaint as quaaludes
Ringing rueful rites of retrospective reflection
Symbolic sparks swim in seas of subtraction
Truth, told tactlessly, teems turgid

Mortality of meaningful moments
Usurps the underlying understanding of
Stoic satisfaction, thus sadly sullen
Trial and truth til time trepidously takes of

Fuel for a fire, flickering flame
All available, antithetically again
Conflagration coldly ceases
Emblazoned “the end” ever eases

Inert ignition
Fueless flame flame

Heat has hardly held on
Ousted over an ocean
Teleologically, I tread toward times

Now gone