vermilion

~

may be

it was
a
skyburnt
instant

to mix mercury with sulfur
and exorcize the azure of tranquility

to drift like a fury-spreading symbol
over the guillotine of dreams

…choose the low…
of an unyielding fire
opening windows
into wilderness

like a moth toiling
through torn night air
to be inflamed
blasphemously

but

there echoes
the pulse of wings

although the world is asleep

unreachable
lost in flutter
exiled too deep
into the somber forest
of a magie noire
nightmare

unfolding
another
morning

again

.

.

.

.

.

yelena, 2012 (revised)