Pyroclastic Love

A poem

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Descrying rapt
at the void you left,
I waited
amid the ambiguity of my thoughts.

I waited
lest of my own voice.
A pious creed it is
that of aspiring light
with my eyes closed.

I waited
for my heart to tremble
at the sight
of pyroclastic love.