concentric circles
carefully etched in ashes
a zen garden in the remains
of shattered wonder
in a roughly human
shaped bit of malfeasance

i drag the bamboo rake
across soulshatter reveries
carving furrows in
ancient glyphs
seeking some sort of
salvation in ashen remnants

fearful of finding
an ember still burning
knowing i am not nearly
strong enough to stop
myself from feeding the flames
a formless phantom flaring out