A flame that believes in everything
could burn the world, its house,
the husk of wood round the heart.
Tinder that sucks up that moisture
is a lie. It would never take fire.
A flame that believes in everything
has its own explaining to do.
The husk of wood round the heart
is waiting to be caught, to catch.
Tinder that holds in the moisture
is a wall shored around tears. They
could burn the world, its house,
they could rot what is left. A lie.
Let it lie. It will never catch fire.
A flame that believes in everything
is to be taken, is to be possessed.
