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The Ash of Your Fire

by Michael Channing

The Ash of Your Fire from Off Course by Michael Channing

stomach full of butterflies
head full of snakes
i folded my tent
pulled up the stakes

no one wants me to want them
no one invites me to haunt them

it’s a long road to nowhere
impossible to know
just where you’re going
when there’s nowhere to go

can i stay in the light of your fire
can i stay in the reach of your voice

i got lost but never moved
too old to learn
the stars accused me
cold enough to burn

no one called me back home
no one noticed i'd gone

boxcars and snake eyes
god’s dice in the mud
there’s a card game in the parish
too rich for my blood

can i stay in the light of your fire
can i stay in the reach of your voice

biscuits and prayers
a miracle at dawn
i take my fill
and keep moving on

no one cares if i pocket the wind
no one cares for the currency i spend

a dim light shines
from a moon as dead as my dreams
i swallow my pride
what little there is to be seen

the wind through the trees
echoes your voice
as i write my name
in the ash of your fire

Wandering the Face of the Earth


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