campfires seem to have their own ideas,
& you… a priveldged pupil,
humble at its feet.
I’ve been caught up in dozens of transes in my
short earth life.
Music, sk8boarding, painting, walking, balancing rocks,
loving, laughing and causing mischief with a best friend.
But this trance is different, it doesn’t say a
thing, except a crackle.
… But its presence, & your brains image
is beyond wanting to cry at its beauty.
… just keep staring.
I want to sit in the flames, & not
get burnt.