Once More for Making Sure

Release the heat and

lick my soul with

cleansing flames.

Once consumed,

I will be free of earth

and space.

Onward sentimentalities;

give our embrace tonight –

is certain.

Turn the dial and

etch the settings.

Once more for making

sure.

My ash flows upward.

My scent becomes earthbound

and my soul is freed.

I am free.

Barry Comer 2013

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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