A poem

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Flaming petals rise as I
Kneel in blackened earth
Scraping, scratching
Scorched earth burning grieving fingers
Searching for cloven heart
Half a heart
Smoke rises
Incense of death
Sacrifice of rebirth
Golden bloom meets red
Sleep, dream, awake...
Still with cloven heart
Far I wander, far I search
Memory is as drifting incense
Light of day should not blind so!
A formless voice beckons
As ghostly bindings tighten
With beauty agonized enraptured
I grasp at smoke
Breathe of curling incense
Dream of whispering breezes that tickle my lips
And echo of the cloven heart