and though it will not fire,
nothing will have been lost.
still riddled with the emotions of the fog,
the ream of the doubt will set in
to burn slow the reasons for your despair
and its unending tyrant moving his hand
over your wastes
as a profound fluid,
flooding the marsh
with its life.
we will send it on
over the canyons of sky
I can see it diminishing even now
red burnt dawn