Agni

The otherwise honest potential of the stars

Cheapen the implicit death in their eternal burning

Lies

To risk a life but save a mind gone to fire

But you crumbled like the same dust in my hands

I licked you, wetted

Hoping to turn your windiness back to clay

A revival of sorts

Left for arrival of practicality

A romance of function

Summons to build palaces for the monsters I’ve met

Dug them out, hungry

The emptiness remains a deep cup

Full of black

Tar

I let it swallow and fill me up

Unrecognizable in my new coat, laughing

I auctioned those stars

Reins over wreckage

They bargained more than my fair share of fat

An impractical lurid tide

A try to sell the sky