Building a Fire

Had a smirk of sorrowful clarity Someone dancing on my grave. And a artist The night was gathering materials. Knowing ambition for pleasure Would never fill the pit. The night called for a burn All the grasped boxes of blankets Nostalgic wood, Rhapsodies of a ratt-packen Journals, binders, scraps of thoughts Nick-knack volumes of prophets Overdosing on written salvation Hoping for a instance coffee relief A always, never the fallow-through More is pilled, the mix of kindling Dirty-bits, and old yearnings A stone from a beach, of first love Scrapbooks of holding mortality **** mags, and bed follies pics A secrete place a catholic boy goes My heap inter-mixed with nature All of it dead, until the match Erupts a fire enjoying feeding Impermanence is really scarred So is observing the flame Hypnotic destruction is fire at night Eyes dance to flares refection Chaotic colors of visible heat A calm abiding trance Warm glowed my garments In ambers consuming to ash