We will set fire to the sea
We will set fire to the way
We will set fire to this light that snuffs out
hope, the wait, the weight. The nothing.
We will set fire to the clock
and strangle time
with these hands
spent with sweat
lacerated by memory.
Dirty, wounded.
Open. Closed.
Oh this light, this nothing
this rushing ahead
this waiting, this beyond
We will set fire to the sea
Let the nothing remain
Let the nothing complain.
We will set the fire,
and forego our ego.