Back to the Beginning

You must fan the flame

cracked and crimped,

reach for the thousands

of waxy thoughts in your head.

Know that there is nothing

to fear.

Follow the bright path above,

wait until you get spidered

tightly once again.

Don't stop and look

at the man in his car

or the suns high fever,

remember laughing.

Watch the thread

of rain fly though your hands.

Cracks formed,

your hope of an end was fading.

One quick step and you drifted

down, down, down, and landed

in the exact flavor of the beginning.