Lying awake
Thoughts scatter like roaches...

Bright fire, glowing glass
Blowing spheres and strings...

I am a conduit, a crucible, a catalyst
I do not start the wheels in motion...

I am born with a name
It is not the one...

I walk through fire
And burn...

Clear
Not like ClaritinÂ&reg...

They come to me
For comfort...

Empty lives
Like broken glass...

He sits quietly
Statue still...

Burning bright in eternal darkness
I lie in wait amid the pain...

White wisps of ice
Winter's lace...

Alone in the dark
Before midnight chimes...