Tuesday, September 1, 2009

My Thoughts on Fire

To give the best possible effect to a favorite object Because we cannot help it, an anti-leveling principal evokes a sanitary temperature called burn, and with it a color called crime and a texture:shine and a swimmer: saint and a wielding air and a dancer: remembered breeze and an end: in and an end (in), andanending: never which is a form of revenge, and so the entire substance, which mistakes itself for selfless, is only the keenest motion for resisting change: to become its champion, to summons it, a rigged allure we cannot help opens itself to source and finds a father where the fire shorted, his build enormous as all the houses swung out like an urge to drink rum right from the triangle And so a gulf the opposite of soul wedges between the human and his indication and becomes my empathy, for, neither can I, suggest myself without destroying its most pleasurable aspect: oblivion and its havoc: someone else, and I love him: you, caught in an escape : myself, and afraid to make an element make lament jocund the tenuous scent of one lit on purpose is different than that of one that senses some superfluous earth then, hurry up and light.