A mind on fire and a blank page.

How do I burn it without

destroying it?

Cause there's a spark

on the tip of my tongue

and kerosene breath

resides in a poison lung.

I need to exhale a thought

but it's hot,

as I whisper carefully to no avail.

A scorch engulfs the air

and the blaze is melting me

into pure muse.

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