Burning Sage

I breathe in the smell of burning sage
and wonder how this day and age
has managed to forget
the inspiration of the flesh

when instinct is what sets us free
from all that used to be
How is it we confuse
others' fears - induced

with those of instinct's sending?
It seems they've all been blending
and virus-like, the fear attacks
while instantly, our souls refract

in bursts of crimson color
what is ours from every other
while the feel of anger pushes it
too often to that endless pit

of our own making
but now we are awaking
and still we must let go
as the smoke of sage ascends to show
the way

? Michaelette ?

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