“Firetop” ©️C.P. Hickey 2018


Spinning up toward the top.

Fire swirls in and about.

It wants to be seen,

So that others will join the cause.

Combustible chlorophyll climbing branch after branch,

A melting metamorphosis defying gravity.

Reaching out to the setting sun,

Looking to light descending darkness.

Darkness falls,

But never wins.

Chased away by a colossal elliptical orbit.

Stardust contains all the fuel needed to keep the fires burning,

Until such time that they don’t.


“Just Is”

“Above bored” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2018

“Just Is”

The fabric of reality rests on the perception of a fine line.

This perception shifts-shifts.

Ambiguous pluralities abound the spheres.

No quarter for rest-rest.

Anxieties infect a normative mind.

Daydream dreams exist-exist.

Until the senses fail in time.

Doubts sustained persist-persist.

History repeats itself.

A narrative of defeats-defeats.

An ego driven wandering.

Weary soldiers pondering.

A dearth of hope prolonging,

Inevitable demise-demise.