after the weather placed hands on my body
it was a struggle
until she reached my ears,
how dare i disobey a law like that

my skin quickly came down
something igneous escapes
but you began ages ago

the hardening debris recollects
some idea, property, fact
but when, oh then

among our own retelling
lightning never did anything
the spiral meets the cross

within the wick, a tacit agreement
depending on who goes first