Burn

A tilt-a-whirl twirl
Of words in my head
Dredged up like dreams
From a vast glowing sea
Half processed scenes
Like shadows in a doorway
Somewhere down the rabbit hole
Another thought splinters off
Fumbles for purchase
Finds none and tumbles
The dark land of "forgotten"
A place only found again
Right on the borderlands of sleep
Words make sounds when they die
A staticky hiss
Like flames when quenched
Their echo it seems
Is a memory of a memory
Reverse deja vu
The beginnings of a habit
I am going to do this again
Fly too close to the sun
This light is not for everyone
In some stories it was stolen
A pilfered gift we get
But don't deserve
This is why I burn
This is why I burn