Pipedream

When the glow goes toward center and disappears in the dark of a coal smoke transcends the darkness the final guest through a closed door of light mesmeric wisp leaving its shape to mark another grave without tools without a name in memory the boundless cemetery of time to enter another life

the bones in the bordered space of wood light the thought disappears in the dark of a coal in a fireplace the shape of bricks on fire disappear in the dark of a coal.