Throwing myself back at it,
Burning and collecting,
This day was rain and rage,
Rage building and burning,
Moving cars and doors and
Getting rides from strangers..
We have lingered and lasted this long..
I thought I could do this alone,
All along.
But I can’t..
There is a flame rising
Deep inside this torched deck.
Movement from within and movement
From without..
THE RUCKUS JOURNAL 