Geomancer
By Christopher Ferguson

My liquid petrification
My viral regeneration
My cell colonization
My slow incineration

If I were made of fire
Would you burn to kiss me?
If I were made of ice
Would you freeze to kill me?
If I were made of stone
Would you cry to move me?
If I were made of flesh
Would you die to love me?

We all want to fill the space
That lives inside of us
We all need someone else
But not everyone is wanted.

Back to the start before reminisce
Back to the past where I still exist
Neither friend nor foe nor pain nor bliss
I just don’t want it to end like this.

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