My heart crumbles to dust
I search alone for the vase in which to put the ashes,
But I cannot see through the viscous night,
I do not know what folly lies in the darkness before me.
I know only that nothing guides me but the cold.
Vicious heat sears my skin and chars my mind.
Flames lash endlessly my toes and eyes.
I stumble through the blackest hell,
Knowing only that some part of me survives.
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