Don't Dink and Drance

I would like to burn this down

I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise

Watch it rise as it is wrath himself

Watch it rise

Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove

Melt in yellow as I do

Exhaustion and mother of tribulation

Wound by wound

I torture myself

Wound by wound I will persevere

Whiteness present yourself as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being

What we've known turns to paper

What we've known is like cigarettes

Formaldehyde fingers