Creation
For J.H.

The fire rising in your chest,
You watch it burn,
You let it burn
Cleaning,
Killing,
Caressing every inch of your
Frail, unhomaged temple
Anointing it with holy water,
Though it may as well be gasoline.

But who the hell do you think you are?
You Jesus Christ, Superstar?
Then prove it now by falling back

How long until you're gonna see
You did not make or mold me?
You cannot fix what can't be changed.

Fire rising in my chest,
I  watch it burn,
Let it burn,
But will not fall victim to this rage.
For this world is made with your fire,
Whither rage or passion,
Lightning or live wire,
It is birth
It is life
It is creation.

You have made this life you hate
So try to raze it to the ground,
But build it higher with every
Heartache, and tritone, and fallen star.
And I don't expect you to pay with your mistakes,
But I do expect you to live with them.
 

~Jan Brian Vis 1