you wish to smile amidst the inferno
so you keep your self
beneath a stone where it
wreathed in fire laughs at your fear
because down there you know
1 2 and 3 all equal 0
and each other
that you are burning slowly
-so little flesh remains unlicked-
that you are surrounded by
smiling melting corpses
Don't Panic; You'll soon die.
with no eyes or hands,
no right or left,
the sound is God
words crackling from every direction
the pop is you, here, now
only no longer fearful violent and happy
no longer fuel
"you" join the conflagration.
5/31/2012
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