Catch the wave, THEN THIS BALL OF FIRE.

They could be brave, those others, they could be

but they could be useless. 

They could be useless until we meet in the eye.

TO BE FOOLISH: TO HAVE FAITH.

YOU MUST USE THE TOXIC GIFT AS PLEASURE

EVERYTIME 

YOU LIGHT A FIRE IT WILL BE COUNTED.

STILL PREOCCUPIED WITH MIND. YOU AND ALL

LIKE YOU. 

I KNOW

I KNOW IT'S HARD TO LET GO. 

These seasonal disputes. This is
my fucked intention. 

I hope it's genuine, but I ask. 

This is my homage to the unliving, the broke, the
getting stoned, the spending youth, 
the kill at the drinkside table--

I've seen you vomit. I've seen your math. 

I've seen your face brilliant
in the image of light and influence euphoric 
Having cum and now tossing in the clouds of RADIOACTIVITY

This is my EGO purifying in flame; I have
taken the skeleton-of-fire
and stepped into it.



 This is the hermit.