"What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want."

-Jazz, Toni Morrison


There burns a fire without smoke

There burns a fire without smoke

There burns a flame without smoke—
It shines every night.
And in the star-strewn darkness,—
Blazes black and bright.

We cannot discern its change—
Sudden subtlety—
But when the day dawns darkly,
Something stirs in me.

Like the air in outer space—
The wind holds its breath.
All the earth irrelevant
To our distant death.

Where is the spark inside us?
Nothing in the heart—
Except incessant beating—
Time ticking apart.


Tom Beck is a writer by night and a marketer by day. His work has appeared in Flash Flood and The Esthetic Apostle. He lives in Minneapolis with his wife and two dogs. Twitter: @tombeckwrites

Cover photo by Igor Lepilin

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