i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch it

when the wind was blowing high, i guess it mad him feel like he could

buck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to die,

turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant white

incendiary lights, a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly until

my juice runs dry, i'll construckt a rock of tempered beams and

trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon the

roof on my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls

then i'll turn on the light... and i'll burn lika a roman fucking

candle, like a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstatic

immolation, incorrigible delight