flight of freedom #3

The furious shadows of fire, or perhaps the
fires of known and unknown shadows, will
burn down illusions of freedom, as much
as its burden; but, painted in melted wax,
when we plunge into the ocean,those flames
and those shadows will meet a watery grave,
and the sun, in anticipation of its own twilight,
would not be able to help that sinking feeling.

As for us, we will float in untapped memories
of corals, and find ourselves sleeping in oysters.