Entry 317

Into embers
A thought is buried.
Unblinking eyes await ash.
Ideas do not cook quietly.
A sound like rams colliding.
Cracking thunder
Molten metronome. 
Horn clash. Mute. Resume.
Mountain goats of flame
Dispute opinion as well as
Perspective.
Their clacking does not interest me.
Bleated debate does not offer insight I seek.
Patience comes naturally.