Hold on while I burn
my life down.
I've collected all the tinder.
I've chopped all the wood
Dead
Flaked bark and pale flesh.
I construct a magnificent
castle around my life--
tiny, buzzing, confused,
I've trapped it in a mason jar.
It's locked in a desk drawer  
Locked in a room
In the highest tower.
Now I drop the match.
Does glass burn?