First Modling Poem

Crotchfire

To know him is to prevail,
To have a place in power.
I turned away at the gate,
or perhaps was turned away.

Today, a dusty bottle drowns
half remembered dreams
of standing outside at night
looking at my childhood home.

Window squares of happy light
Steady bulb and TV glow,
Pointing back to that long gone day
When formless flame illuminates.

And looking towards that formless realm
Where all that’s created breaks down,
I’m often wishing that I had drown,
Like brothers who are dead and gone.