what are all of these webs
and why are there so many
twirling like a wave ebbs,
they are binding and unfriendly

where have all the flames left
I found some deep within me
I sought a fire, it was long spent
only left there was the chimney

I asked you if your soul burned
you replied, it does so plenty,
but when I asked if it was earned,
your shallow eyes, gazed gently