Those thoughts
. . . twisting . . .
Days . . .
listing away
where there is
no peace at heart

Sparks fly
. . . ignighting the flannel
of the past

The agony soaked in kerosene leap upward
heavenly bound

You rip out your heart and offer a sin offering and burn the rest

The breath of hurricanes
scurries away the aroma

Hallelujah is written across your lips in invisible ink

It is as you lived it