Lit

©Billy Monday

tearful onion peeled and blooming
the layers laid scattered exposing the meaty flesh

of pungent insides and as the flame grows higher

the burning begins

the crumbling of the wall of boulders subsides
no more falling now as the ground stands still
cacophony of the muttering mildew stops
when you refuse to listen

softly slipping, closely clipping

wildly wandering, truly transient

flickering candle lit glowing path

persuading convincingly into the next darkness