You must feel it too

time like a fire and all of us caught

at the heart of it

and how sometimes there is nothing

but this ever-present feeling of being consumed

say when you're awake on a Tuesday at 4 a.m.

and the fire is all there is

the fire and the understanding that nothing

will escape it

not yourself

nor everything you love

not the little girl in the blue dress

sitting at the window in the Chinese restaurant

not the old guy smoking cigarettes on the corner

of 3rd and Mission

or his three legged chihuahua

not Danielle with the red hair who sat

in front of you in physical science class

in the 7th grade

not your favorite ghosts

not even the Works of Shakespeare

Shostakovitch

or Moe Howard

will be spared

and I'm typing this now with my hands on fire

and you're out there somewhere

burning in whatever way

has found you

let this be our useless protest

this moment of creation and commiseration

a prayer of sorts for everything

beautiful and temporary

for all of us here  

in the conflagration

singing in the terrible glow.

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William Taylor Jr. lives and writes in the Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco. His work has been published widely in journals across the globe, including The New York Quarterly, The Chiron Review, and Poesy. An Age of Monsters, his first book of fiction, was published by Epic Rites Press in 2011. To Break...read more the Heart of the Sun (Words Dance, 2016) is his latest collection of poetry. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a recipient of the 2013 Acker Award. He has a great and unironic love of both The Incredible Hulk and Olivia Newton-John
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  1 week ago · in response to Fernando I

    Thanks for reading!
  1 week ago
I too sing in the terrible glow; love your words William. Great job!
  1 week ago · in response to Leopold McGinnis

    I thank you, good sir.
  2 weeks ago
Always a pleasure to burn in your words, William.

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