and it burns

there is a fire in my chest
that wants to be free
a fire in my heart
sometimes raging against every breath
sometimes only a spark
a flickering candlelight searching for home
there are times
when all of my insides have burned to nothing
a body full of ashes
drifting along the sidewalks of this nation
a cremation
of my soul
but it burns
and burns
every minute of every day
I was born with an internal temperature
of a thousand degrees
leaving questions of my nature
am I a beast
a dragon
a tiny sun
criss crossing some fucked up orbit
under the sky of the earth
I have waged war
with a translucent flame
in the presence of this ever dangerous humanity
and one day
I will break open
and I shall be released
my cage
will wither
into ash and dust
I will become one
with the heat
transcend
every
last
little
thing.


september 11, 2009 akw