The Soloist from Fire Dreams by Crissy Bell

“this angel has no memory”
spotlight breaks the stage
who takes this mantle up and away
a prize fighter stands upright
convictions my skeleton
thrust in hand like a soldier

they think they got something on me
but i think i know something about you

isolation
throws it’s arms around you
anything
disentangled
relative shift
this radiant child
bathes in the water high on
skeletons
and a trace of time when
we were young and disinjunctured
my spirit awoke
doing the same old thing

this angel couldn’t care less
Antigone travels time
entwined in the crime of the century
a loose knit band of burned out dreams
and here this flag is planted

They think they got something on you
but I think i know something about you

A graceful wind
got its hands around you
disappointed
disentangled
a relative cage
empirical pinhole camera raw ion
skeletons and a trace of a time when
we were young and the wind would whisper
when you wanted it to
that nothing ever changes
and I’m telling you

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