On Embers

Hello, please take me.
Because I can feel my limbs giving.
And I breathe in like normal
But what I breathe in is bursting;
And the sparks sizzle in my veins-
Those little streams of blood and saline
Are boiling. And to touch
Would be singeing.

The well of unknown, of mere speculation,
(The reservoir of imagined somethings
That enable us to live)
Is igniting.
And I breathe out fire,
And inhale a wind
That fans the flames.

And in the sky there is something
Like a rupture: I relate.
Because I smell salt and fire,
And the sweetness inside me
That hides from the dark,
Is reflected only in water,
And lit only by stars.