A slow burn
Sets time adrift
In a free falling wither
To ashes that stain the earth

I stir at the peak
At the cruel height of inferno
Upon the ailing matchstick
I’ve christened daylight

The haunting refrain
Of high shrieking notions
Boils my mind
In this slow, unsparing erosion

Thriving
Until the final flare
Consigns my bones
To the embers of rest