navigating the castle cellars

I told you I'd
take some for you

magnificent burning lamps
oil and mystics
light grazes your shoulders
once stoic, now panicked

I told you I'd save some for you but

this season
barely intact
and I'm left yearning for the abstract

to become more than theoretical
for our hands to field the banners
and let the embers absolve themselves to ashes

to disintegrate in the wind and vanish