phoenix

I might be
The last of my kind
Or the first
Unknown species
Something to discover in me
Maybe.

I inherited her unsung dreams
And what would she give
For any one of the thousand kingdoms
Whose queenship she declined?

I could procure a desk for this work
If I really meant it this time.

Do I?

Each day goodnights and is not more.
Source
Sourcing—

Past is prologue
Unless you light it up

For what grace in wildfire
Where from ashes emerge
Creation’s battlefront

It’s being aware that you see the ghosts
Knowing that for this leaving hour

You still have
Choices