let the sparks splash down on your face
let the fear encroach the heat
let my flame burn you
you feel that? The latin spice?
that irish twist the way I fumble through the lines?
you feel this.
spike the tea and drink the life of that which pulses through every waking mind.
walk these streets in vain.
walk these roads in comfusion.
write these words out of desperation
to learn what is there
to find out what you have been hiding
to find the pilot light.
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