Not fearless but not driven by no lower animal
afire, full red. Not mute for legs. Not sea foam.
Not TKO’d on tornado. No. I tried that.
The world was not color. It was cinereous.
I want ROYGBIV and more.
Body and throat hoarse.
We shot the steed of we leg by leg.
We watched it in slow motion. Lake eye. No fish. No rip.
Our pyres once bonfire turn single serving.
I try my own fire. Hurts to hold it.
More damage done by being silent.