hey

are you well now, love
do you see what i see
in this hole that you've dug
in this dream that you dream

are you resting now
sitting tight on your throne
hard pressed to notice
shallow knicks in your bones

catch it
catch up with the idea
that i am not finite.
not the end of a sentence
not an arrow on your moral compass
i am fire

raging for the oxygen you're inhaling
compete with me

for i will take your flesh
and your breath
and leave ashes for the god's to witness
the destruction of creation.