I am so slowly living and burning
Fully formed, so totally engulfed in
Blood red flame that feeds on the air I breathe.
I'm so jealous of that giant flesh switch.
Hanging from that branch with ten thousand feet
Below makes your fate concrete and hard to avoid.
We all know too well we won't grow wings
And even if we do what good would
They do in this ocean filled with weights
For fishline and chemical waste.
So take me out of this bucket and
Hit me with a spoon to keep me still.
You may not know it but I chose to take the bait,
Welcoming fate and forgetting free will.
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