Igneous

Am I ready?

Have I set from melting

Underneath the former blaze

And running toward a newer mold

I'm working on,

This mighty shape I hammer yet

As flames are threatening so soon again?

I'm still in pools

Down lost forgotten drains,

Still stranded underground.

Are you a future

Or an approaching regret

Already burning out,

Spoiling?

Do I invite

This hot and voluntary pain?

I'm never one to shy

From furnaces

Disguised as hopeless possible romances,

Leaping over boiling unknowns

To find the one,

Aware I've yet to fly for long.

My fizzled-out affairs,

Are filed like my albums

From the fading years,

The vinyl poured and pressed

In magic circles

Never spun these days,

Neglected,

Gathering the months.

I just recall the music

And the broken lyrics

Now and then,

All weakly flaring up in vain

Like dying stars in skies

That settled centuries ago

To cosmic dust.

I should tend my hours alone

And shelter solitary

But whole.

I make a miserable magma,

Lava lakes lamely inching

To the ocean,

Slowing down to stone,

Immobile streaks,

Before my desired end,

Too soon each time.

- 10/22/25