Can we ever comprehend

the abiding temptation

to reach out and touch fire

to bath in the incandescence

and I'm still not tired

my mind like static

my bones like rubber

Ashes float up and away

what a beautiful day...

hot coals and rubble

I don't want sleep

stop, drop, roll, and huddle

I don't want to dream

Oh these coals still kindle

this fire did quite a number...

No.

this fire is still burning me...