Fuel

I have been technically dead and technically alive. Escape clause, minor glitch in my truth-machine, but a kind of life does occasionally permeate my real life. I like the click and clunk of a well-made flint ignition petroleum lighter. ‘Zippo’ light warms hands in a cold woods. Sometimes I am the flint sometimes the light - we all are I guess. Before I was dead or alive I recall signing a contract, a ‘life’s purpose’ document which I instantly forgot. I still search Mind for reasons still don’t know squat….. but wait, I got here, (arms akimbo, wagging my chin), soon I’ll be leaving on a ghost train and I’m gonna be upset, because my much used ‘Zippo’ collection is probably worthless.