A man in the center of the universe dances

to the sway of his hearts burning rage.

Etched within the blaze are

designs symbolic of his mortal thoughts.

His dance was chaos incarnate.

His heart beat a carnal rage.

Suddenly a brisk wind passes,

he stops mid burn.

Deep in tears he looks around.

His surroundings have crystallized,

reflections are all that he sees.

Nothing of who he thought he was ever existed.

His tears soon relinquish the fire.

He would not be consumed by his desires.

Naked on a slab of melted memories,

he stares into the pool of tears

and laughs resoundingly

ooowaaaaoowaaaaooo
woosshhhhhh (sound of wind blowing away the ashes)