When Everything Is Empty

the fire is burning within
a body of fat
it is a niche favored by
heat and goes into a journey

of melting and flowing
into a conflagration
into a chaos that consumes
everything

where one is finally lost
and gone for good into the air
into limitless space
after which, all the fears are gone

and what is left
is only that relief
a calling for the annihilation
of what was built

and when everything is empty and
soundless
another beginning begins to breathe
and once again

this earth grows some petals
of land
leaves of mountains
lovers find themselves back in their arms

into the pond
sounding the first splash
and i shall remember
the legend of the frog

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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