where’s the fuel where’s the engine where’s the pressure and release are you a muse or match creation made to burn accelerates woven into words you see the artist in the arson you see potential in decay creations in the fire
shape the flame find the beauty in the burn creations in the fire a thousand
singing voices in the ash mix emotion in the nitrate timers set for counting down you are
the nucleus around which all revolves architecture holding up the walls