Afterthought

....burning the torches tonight...
...under the darkest days...
...I remember the sun...
....as a peculiar dream..
....the heat was surreal...
....like a blurry line...
....the modeling size...
....the shape of a dime...
....practice the spark...
....I love the dark..
....as a matter of fact...
....I was sent back...
....to look at the sky ..
....as an open divide...
...I fell inside the gravity...
....the shaky grip ...
....the lingering flip...
....I see the pluming cloud ..
....I need to be found...
....I saved my dream...
....in a blackout of extremes...
....to wave my hands ..
...to which I stand...
....I remember the land...
....I saw the end ..
....for the falling dabrey...
....it was not me ..
....I was so free ..
....the shooting star...
.... does anyone care ..
....a crash course is there...
.. ..I saw the explosion...
....a shift in the ocean...
....like a magic potion...
....of a tital wave...
....I will save...
....as a new faze...
....of the end of days....
....mocked by the rain...
....the electrical shame...
....the power grid game...
....the dying haze...
....from outer space...
....I saw the place...
....the starving grace ..
....a rippling trace...
....a cannibal race...
....I see the crash...
....it happened so fast...
....a defistating task...
....and...at last...
.....who will ever ask ..
....a mind of the aftermath...
....the mouths are full of ash...
....the corpses of a final lap...
....I saw this fact...
....a telescopic act...
....as a warning of a blast...
....a dream within a dream...
....how could this ever last...

BY JAMES RITCHEY
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