At The End Of The Day, No — A Poem
<p><em>Myla Morningstar</em></p>
<p><em>Based on a poem by Lisa Sabre</em></p>
<p>Is it too late<br />
to write a new story<br />
to plan a new fate?</p>
<p>I was still dancing<br />
when the<br />
music stopped.</p>
<p>Are we losing our way,<br />
getting lost in desire —<br />
leaving bare wire & stillness?</p>
<p>Are we losing direction?<br />
Can we un-fire the flame,<br />
or un-flame the fire?</p>
<p>Is this love?</p>
<p>Is there nothing in sight?<br />
My vision is blind<br />
I wasn’t done<br />
with you yet.</p>
<p>Our past melts,<br />
it burns, its ozone<br />
offends me.</p>
<p>Our part, My part,<br />
we melt in the sun,<br />
a slow deliberate burn.</p>
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