burns a bridge the night long, this heat retards bitterness and cold yellow-red flickers illuminate, but dimly even in that moment fleeting but wonders he later wherefore the stench and who has shut the road again.
we do not swim.
in motion emotion forever forward fresh, frenetic, pushed by what i know not pulled more like perhaps by gravitational force or some repulsion. the formula admits no closed form solution.
ash & ember linger in their dull glow. fire can cauterize, staunch, and save the wounded, but also sear the mortal flesh, branding innocents, and in smoky shadows scar– spreading jumble-tumbles of silent speaking symbols– others inspect for structure or sense and in failing ask why