Cinderman

The coals cool. the heat dissipated into the rain. Andrew sits. the driftwood is blackened.

the cinderman.
the blackened and dead
the cold and breaking
the broken and aging
the fiery once upon a time.
the last first pink lights
breaking across scorched forest

I dream in Massachusetts
I live above the clouds.
I fall from my kness
and I throw my words to my Father

I am the cinderman.

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