If the fires fry you, so your feet lose ground,
if the past composes over structures in your mind,
if the winds put tiny wings all over your eyes,
and accelerate the membranes of primordial wars,
Remember, pain is peripheral,
rivers flow in veins,
Giant crabs
and godly stars
govern the ways.
Fire, oh, fire touch the skin,
melt old bones
melt akin,
water, oh, water, trickle in
soften my heart
feathers within.