firewater

Found this in a notebook, wrote it awhile ago. Let me know what you think.

industry forged, and tempered in amber waves;

rolling across parched Midwestern landscapes

a fire in the pit of a madman's hearth,

and every night, through the fog and haze of glass, we bear witness to our rebirth

and here we're caught in the glow; it's rosemary dashed along the coastline

fragrant and looming close, a prayer for high tides to wash away the ghosts

gently tugged by the tow, a string of words kept captive by two quotes

"what does it cost to keep a heavy heart afloat?"