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My little bear, snoozing by the fireside
curled upon himself, asking to be stroked.
soft coarse fur running through my fingers
matted with sweat and blood; hard day's work
roll over to warm your belly.
heat the stone beneath the surface
ursa major take to the skies
give our subjects another day
tethered to the chariot by golden ties
mount the visor diamond hewn
prepare to make the day's reprise
climbing to apex of noon.
Flaming orb of wonder follows us
sliding through opaque blackness
that threatens to overtake the mountain
standing against dark obsidian
ripples flow down the river of time
roaring to the core of my mind
fire chariot falling deeper
dipping into limpid pools of white
color the corona with orange haze
flinging shadows against a faded ceiling.
they dance and ride the devil's rhythm
undulating to a thousand wails
my little bear, smiling so slightly
for tomorrow's brought on fire sails.
My strength behind a shattered veil.