These juvenile circumstances <br />Will not die. <br /> <br />Get ready for this virile downpour. <br />This starts now. <br /> <br />Who needs time <br />When one needs only <br />To pull closer <br />And seal the spaces <br />Or bathe in kerosene <br />To catch fire? <br /> <br />Who needs the profound waters <br />When one needs only <br />To feel the sting of the narrow corners <br />That hiss the aches <br />Of the broken clocks? <br /> <br />Who needs the cavernous impasse <br />When one only needs <br />To slither down the pillars <br />And relish? <br />Waxing, these structures <br />Glinting under the chandeliers. <br /> <br />Catching fire, <br />With the speed of light <br />But the incandescence of a flickering lamp. <br /> <br />Pull away, <br />Pull apart, <br />Drifting like archipelagos <br />But we aren’t any of these <br />Arbitrary vessels. <br /> <br />The waters are on fire, <br />And the flames are <br />Intensifying over the waters. <br />Who needs to extinguish <br />What singes like the noon?<br /><br />Windsor Guadalupe Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catching-fire/
