dream of empty

in restless sleep
as he dreamed
the fire rose
and swirled

the devourer unleashed
to color the skies red

a storm
wild and unbridled
burning
where it struck

grey ash
cinders and char
in its wake

in restless sleep
he dreamed the fire flew
in black

and he knew
an empty place
within

~

Poem #497 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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