Strange Rivers

Strange Rivers

Atop a pyre of incense
I am passive and drowsing away
Willingly, scorched and devoid
Of my limbs

On a late afternoon
Engulfed, by a nurturing blaze
Till the ills of a dull day are ghosts

Until I’m afloat
Down a strange array of rivers
Flowing, into parts unknown

As I pulse
With a life anew

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