I watched the sparks jump for joy,

across the void between

my high and this noise

Echoing back to me,

crack of the tree let out

and brought to fire,

I’m alight.

Dance me in a thousand flames

Dress me in a thousand names

see through my spine.

Shatter to my feet while the blank sheet

stares at me,

countless years spent between then,

and now,

and I ask myself

Was it ever any different?

My mind was a playset,

a soundscape to shape,

and mould,

and break.

So, tell me friend,

what else is left?