foul play in the minds of many

if only people would agree
that a tree and a fire are one in the same
we could warm our heads with dogwood breath
before a tongue slithers out
to discourage all the good that we worked to bring about
I will sharpen dull blades and heat them in the maple flame
you're sitting on a sofa
wishing you could witness a flashing supernova
but the television glow is all to see for all you know
winter superman facade
kills my mind's distinction between misery and god
I need to turn sixteen again and wonder where my joy has been

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