"Fire"

Sat,
Swiming in the air,
Thinking,
Almost drifting on the current of the night.

Sound,
Like a nail on a blackboard
Feeling,
Wishing for something to do.

Suddenly,
Everything moved in slow motion,
Smelling,
As if flesh had burn over a fire.

Realization,
Conciousness for the first time,
Hoping,
That the fire on my butt will go out.

-Rantz Grotto 10-4-98

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