I want to write a sincere poem but maybe I've lost my way.
I keep thinking of the way it needs to resolve at the end
to make it seem more meaningful than it is,
like a clever line which ultimately
isn't that interesting nor profound,
just esoteric. It's supposed to be meaningless I guess, like
everything else.

You paint your face with shadows and protest to a benevolent spirit.
All you have is
nothing, go dance in the
flame