FIRE
What magic
light made from matter
so accessible, too
I’d be a candle
I’d be a wick
I’d be the flame burning through me
Burn off the worry, that’s for sure
Just
burn it off clean
I’d be that flame
licking through the fat of myself
putting me
up in the air
digesting
Like sun burns like wind like water burns,
clarifying, clean
How noise is a touch
and so much a voice
this thing burning
through me
~ Lady