It's Still Life

Tattoo

It’s the reason for poetry.
Rebirth.

From a spark to burning bush
and clutched breath –
a flaming tail’s plume and wings spread.

Reborn of ash.
Feathers of fire.
A beacon of obsidian ink.
A crystal dark and bright.

Phoenix,
ignite the skin and flee this earth,
to sky,
to nebulae,
from death to rebirth.

Each line etched and filled in deep,
each shade of black
ablaze with triumph
and praise.

Phoenix ascend renewed.
A soul on the skin,
a tattoo
fierce and true.

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