I set a point down by the road.
Water flows in but I don’t dare put another mark.
Beautiful, glowing water.
I watch the flames
I set that point by the road.
Synced, harmonised fire glistening under the sun.
Reflecting what it sees, reflecting what it wants.
The water on the hill does that too,
it’s cold and makes you want to stay.
The fire doesn’t do that,
the fire is hot
and makes you whip your hand backwards
once you get too close.
Looking deeper mesmerises brains,
taking them away
every other day.