I see a face in the fire.

Something tells me I have to maintain it.
“Someone give him some less credibility.”

I know it–
Let us see if this fire will burn me.

You look the fire in the eyes.
The fire’s face must be real.
Because you tried it,
you justify it.

From the caboose to the engine,
there are eyes on every cart.

I look the fire in the eyes.
Pride and indifference.

The quickest way to stop a train
is at the engine.

It’s a fuel thing.

But you know.

Whatever.

just a bonfire in Massachusetts.