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 made 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 construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
and equip it with a million tiny suns,
I´ll install upon the roof of my compartment
and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls,

then I´ll turn on the light.....

and I´ll burn like a roman fucking candle,

like a chasm in the night,
for a miniscule duration,
ecstatic immolation,
incorrigible delight