between the fish and the ram

the time of day when the horizon is on fire
I’m on fire too
red is seeping into the blue, bleaching as it touches
is my anger painful?
I feel the coolness of January fading into the indifference of another February.

this redness is blushing, the stillness after the burning has seeped down to my core.
my anger is too painful
so I let it go, as the evening changes,
I decide
I should change too