Whereabouts unknown;
no concern for the burn
inflaming our insides.

Paradisiacal vertigo
swallowing all we know.

Muscles uncontrolled,
voice boxes cracked,
released into the wild.

Nature startles,
flinches in the wind
and whispers in the sky,
boiling *** on the stove
with melting metal.

Aware of the world
spun in unity,
but forgotten of the world
way out there,
down the steps
and away from our Zen.

Rather stay chained
up in the cool dark,
with my lips locked
on your lips,

and my serenity locked
on your serenity,

while the townspeople
continue to ruin
perfectly good
torches.