A new Song of Experience, 
with thanks to William Blake.

Smoldering envy can cause fire,
igniting kindling into ire,
then explodes with red-hot rage,
crimson flash of burning sage,
for reasons that are hidden deep,
words buried in the smoking heap,
an ember glows in the heart’s red chamber,
ablaze with jealousy and danger,
feelings that long had lost their name,
consumed in red and orange flame,
burning like a dead soul’s pyre,
tongues of envy licking higher
toward the blinding sun, Desire.

I escaped, though singed by fire.

October 2002

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