I stick a match

stabbed

the middle of my eye

Squinting…
and wincing…
and winking…

I strike it
and watch it
burn down…

to the licking…
lapping…
wick…
of my self

It sputters
and splinters
and sizzles out

And without evidence
continues to do
something more

I sat
THERE
and watched
from behind a screen
the variety of which
which could be scene
A movie
reality…
…a stolen dream

He was
THERE
as far as…
I could see
with full knowledge
of every [...]

God wears wrath
and the devil can match
The product of two
and their sum removed

One

Clear [...]