I’ve been phoenixed before

visioned a boy
dripping light like blood
from his fingertips
whispered and predicted
his angelwalk and his ashes
swirled like singed feathers

my very own whirlwind

later,

later.
I feel infected.
feel a singe along my veins
from the oxygen in my blood

burning up
see orange shadows of wings
flaring from my shoulder bones
and a strange rebirth visits my dreams
clawed creature inside my heart
striking the shell of my mind
taloning out through my eyes

the revelation

even if I set my life to flames
I can/could/would build again
an uprising is within my means
but a resurrection is beyond me