she sucked all the oxygen from the room
filled with despondent artists seeking redemption
from self denigration, despair, uncertainty and chaos.
you must look into her eyes, hold that gaze
and do not waver.
the turbulence unbearable,
the intensity, the burn
of years confessing all but love
that sat in an unopened box
waiting to be claimed.
we were fearless companions in the name of art,
excess and social justice.
oh but for the night of splendor when we touched
the hunger fathoms deep as if we would die of starvation
when our plates were full
the curtain of torrential rain
as the wind shear strengthened
fire whirls exploding, darting about
compensation for obliteration
of all things known and unknown.
do not look back, do not turn around to see the carnage.
that is what we told ourselves
because it seemed we could not bear
the loss as we watched the dissolution,
as if we would lose everything,
lose it all.
our lives, our loves, our freedom, our history
as confidantes in a reckless and morally incomprehensible world.
we watched as it all burned up
among the charred remains