i find strange comfort in
the wind amongst the plains

of which i fight to keep
this light aflame

need find new fuel i may
for cracks have formed

which let the wind through
twixt my angry arms

what then could i use to
generate light and heat?

reach deep within my chest
at a heart that ne’er did beat?

stumble blindly toward the horizon
with eyes that ne’er could see?

gradually i become the dirt
no longer able to protect this
naive light
no longer to protect this
ignorant heat
unable to save this
stupid flame