Flaming Tongues

In the hollow humming
between my ears
there is something alive
which is dying.

I do not know what it is
only that it is dying
and those things it tells me
from its silence.

Such as
the Sun’s brightness will ebb
but overtime grow steadily
until you can’t see anything else.

Or
the water will dry up
this is the other side of the coin
when God promised not to destroy by flood.

He said nothing of drought.

Sometimes the humming announces
itself
but I don’t know the meaning
of its name.

I may deduce by what it enlightens.

I will not call it my mind
inspiration is too vague
like I said:

It’s alive
and it’s dying.