the flame, encouraging a focus so singular 
it dampens the peripherals: 
domesticated smudge of sun, bright-tipped
and wiggling its three jestered peaks.

the body, a hollow bottle of consciousness,
occasionally filled with the deep and
absolute syrup of being.

the body aflame, stretching and writhing. 
fire juxtaposed over the human silhouette, 
appearing almost separate
if it weren’t for the screaming, spitting,
sputtered sizzling. 

become the light you walk towards,
brilliant fatty beacon. 
be the most scared you've ever been 
and then 
nothing 

ever again.