Now, I sometimes receive poems, full and clear, in my dreams. I immediately write them down. I don't know where they come from, but they're made up on the spot, like stream of consciousness. This one was recited in my dream by some old man near a fire, telling it to me like a story. Please tell me what it means? And what does it have to do with me?
All is burning
A city sacked
A heart of stone
Shattered finally
Into rubble and ash.
All is grief and pining
As tears go adrift;
Lost in a sea of thirst
Without an anchor,
No hope and no prayer.
All past remorse emerges,
Piercing into fevered skin;
One who avoids chances
With the goal of winning
Can only find loss.
All is destroyed
By a burning passion
That turned destructive,
And left but dust
On a fire-eaten skeleton.
A subtle rain
Like loving balm
As a restorative would heal,
But for the burning embers:
Witnesses to the bereft, cheated, charred.
No deliverance. No redemption.
Only scorched remains.
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