Oh, great initiator, blessed with your presence
to set in motion a fire.
What burns must be destroyed,
must turn to dust
fizzing with dropped tears.
x is the sound of the spark.
We marked an x after every message, every sentence
but that spark, too,
The spark starts, and then it leaves,
but the fire rages on.
Why, then, must we call attention to the abandonment of the spark?
Our fire spits and burns with eagerness, shooting its own sparks into the darkness,
but to stop feeding it would bring the darkness all around.