the controlled crackling of an unavoidable flame

inside, forest fire—
touched enough.

distance smoke
crumbles black,

forms narcissist
spires. splinters

now into
multi-musicalities

of fusty arches,
of fallen pyres,

sticks sky w/
bloat moan.

petal pump
flattened like a fly-

swarm pelt,
rages into

blazing thick
bodiness.

far-off where
the eyelid air

undrapes its
emergencies,

water-body
presses its weedy

fingers to my
arid lips. and

despite never
feeling a thing,

it knew
you were there.