To the Last Fire

[alonso ramoran]

Gentle flame of desire's wasteland,
did you know it is only on this planet
that you were ever found? On this planet,
meaning, in this breath.

Then, in this late breath admitting
ignorance, you must also know that yesterday
I shunned the moon, when it was full
and large and low with all the sorrows
I let diminish you. Even as I looked.

Your artless language:
you are either here or gone. What else
will your absence mean besides
the confirmation that I’ve spurned you
and, by extension, my siblings
whom you dwell in?

Time and space are deceptive things.
Allow enough of both and an echo
becomes another person's voice.
I blasphemed with distance, then my echoes
shaded into strangers’ voices,
their acquiescing laments always heard like
poems that end, but never as
your flickering.

v1 - To the Last Fire

Gentle flame of desire's wasteland,
did you know it is only on this planet
that you were ever found? On this planet,
meaning, in this breath.

Then, in this late breath admitting
ignorance, you must also know that yesterday
I shunned the moon, when it was full
and large and low with all the sorrows
I let diminish you. Your artless language:
you are either here or gone. What else
will your absence mean besides
the confirmation that I’ve spurned you
and, by extension, my siblings
whom you dwell in?

Time and space are deceptive things.
Allow enough of both and echoes
become another person's voice. I blasphemed
with distance, then my own echoes became 
the voices of strangers.