Gather sparks in a velvet bag
Count them out, one by one again
Under bricks, buried away
Speculate on a future stake
Hold them close, swallow them whole
Pound them out into sheets to control
The words become translucent
A burning bloom on a bed of spines
Digging deep into your skin
The dry lines crack with charcoal
Your only comfort is the burning sun
Hold it close inhale it in
Take it down, and down and down again
Feel the quicksand through your fingers
Oh oh, while you melt away