Within the rivers of folding Flesh
I spotted an older Man.

His arms reaching out,
Embracing a wooden City,
With few Trees on the edge.

Most of the Trees had gone.
Lost to the tiny blots of Human,
Building their tiny twisting City.

Along came a Dancer,
She too was caught in the embrace of the Man.
Of the City.

Her dancing awoke something in the Man.
His chest cracked and Sparked,
Her beauty more than he could take.

As Time tore on their love Grew too large for that Tiny City
Their whole World was consumed.
They held hands as their Life faded and

I stood up,
To place another Log on the Fire.