when i felt it (like the satyr felt the fire)

i wanted to embrace it but my past (like

prometheus to the satyr) told me not to—

it burns everything it touches

butterflies in my stomach churned & turned

into white moths burned out of the lighthouse

to no ships

            waves of horny harmony

whet me into cliffs in a choked moment when

quality drops from 4k to 144p— all the world

an unkind haze

                      some cigarettes on the floor

bleed ash from their tips while others have

come to terms with their fires

~ ajay

3/8/2021