A last spark, a last promise,
A twinkle of light transcending color and form,
Piercing the diamond haze that blinds us and cuts us,
Melting the cowardly hues that coat our grasping words –
A last spark,
Blistering the skin of our spirits,
Purging the thought of ourselves from ourselves,
Twisting the corners of our mouths into the silent smiles of memory,
A last spark –
And then, ash.
We have set ourselves ablaze
To feel the charring of our flesh,
And instead we have felt the charring of our souls.
We lie in the embers of ourselves and wonder:
What could burn brighter than we have burned?