It’s in my muscles.
I feel it, the furnace.
A loud flame, shakes
me.
It melts the glass and
boils my soul.
I hear you, the ambers,
whispers of burning truth, echo
free.
All my sorrow is mute snd
coalesces as body.
I sing out, the smoke.
walls are filled, a soothing
key.
Can we all return and
Remember& honor minds.
It matters in my bones, too.