Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry

the sequence of revolution

where the water rushed,

i surged

and cooled the embers

that once burned.

i let them loose,

spilled the smoke

from my gut

and it shrouded the rest

of earth.

Until I lifted from myself,

the ashes of my soul

and buried them like

a long lost treasure—

marked by a trail of 

coal.