By Arcassin Burnham


STILL BURNING,
AND I CAN FEEL THE SILENCE,
NEVER SAYING ANYTHING,
BUBBLING SOUNDS OF DROWNING,
ITS STILL HOT IN HERE,
THE FEELING OF SWEATING,
THE FEELING OF WONDER,
THE FEELING OF IMAGINATION,
GET INTO LITTLE INTERPRETATIONS,
AND ONE OFF VACATIONS,
ITS STILL HOT IN HERE.