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the days they slip by
just waiting to see the lines
on paper
or perhaps not
that public face has been turned inwards
and i mourn the loss
i crave it
like the most voracious of hungers
i try to squelch it
only to have it rear up at me
then i attempt a different approach
this time utilizing alternate resources
placating it
feeding morsels
only to have then spat in my face
like a frustrated mother
spoon feeding a teething baby
hand hovers near my brow
pleasure in my presence lacking
only to ignite that flame which
admittedly does burn brightly
but though Prometheus brough man the flame
sustinance cannot be maintained with fire alone
ignite a fire under me
and i will burn
my mortal flesh slowly shrinking tight
yet if you pour warmth upon me
vanquish that omnipresent cold
i will thrive and proclaim the virtues
of that giver from every mountain
like the christ has come to me
and i alone must spread the gospel
i have it all wrapped
tightly
no ribbon askew
waiting for the most careful of messangers
where is my Hermes
winged feet and cloak of invisibility to guard
my precious package
as it is flown off
express delivery
but only upon the condition that the recipiant
handle with care, contents fragile
that fire can burn through the ribbons and frippery
note it burns
the wrapping cannot be saved for posterity
if it is scorched beyond repair