The egotistical tendons tighten
With each intake
of orbiting elements.
In this material waltz of burning fate.
As energies entwine
A light shines,
Warming the bodies.
Their dreams wrestle in a playful hate.
The burning continues
As they circle in sleep
And the shining pries
On the core of their sight.
A virgin perspective
With mirrored emotion.
In the ocean of fire
The chemicals fight.
The tendons snap
As intensity peaks.
Pining for mass
Of this most boastful fuel.
The once warm glow
Now, an emotional nova,
Leaves the remains of a body
For the blackened to pull…
“Excuse me, could you please move, you’re stepping on my reflection…..”
“Yes, thank you…..no, it’s ok, just don’t step on my reflection….here…please take this 8 by 10 of me and hang it on the inside of your head.”
