Ruins, rampant of reflective rage,
an eternal flame, steadily scorches
my soul, searing in sorrow,

a transcendent glow, deep in my bones,
that I've grown, laying l learning how to
carry it lightly, with grace, the best I can..
But my dreams?

Disconcerted, they just may be.
The same low dimensions, shallow
divets where unmarked graves, cry;

The places my unmet relatives, my
unborn siblings, my never, before- seen,
distant family,...