Burning Poem by GRANT FRASER

Every once in a while
I burn burn burn
for it,
until it goes out,
and I have forgotten,

Space and daily living
gobbles it all up,

But like meteors
that blaze clandestinely,

The Sun burns up!
Flying through black pitch,

Life so uncompromising,
sometimes,
you have to get it in a neckhold,

Or long to crash headwards,
Into everything it was!

A pale alien skin in bromide,
is where it often lands,

And the wily thought aviator
awash with life,
startling to unfold something
inside,
makes love with uncertainty!