By
Aetre
Sit beneath the
sunset where you study the precision
Of a little
glare that melts your eyes to crystal vision
And
You wish that it
would go away
Take your time;
the sun will see another day.
When you’re
running to the fire that starts a candle’s wick that’s glowing
Make with your
mistake until you see just where you’re going
Down
And the light is
something else
You can’t see;
it’s a vision of a vision of yourself.
Stuck between
the light of a new light that lights the other
Made between the
shade that calls itself Darkness’s brother
Now
What do you say,
where do you go?
You don’t know
the pyrotechnics of your soul.
Run and hide and
never do admit you’ve made a monster
Fire unto the
flame that feeds the force that says it wants her
Now
What did she
say, where did she go?
You don’t know
the pyrotechnics of your soul.
Sit beneath the
sunset and deny your crystal vision
Lie beneath the
stars and say you’re speaking so you’ll listen
Say that ’til
your brain thinks you’re on fire and then you’ll get it:
Why do you study
stars when you can master pyrotechnics?