Let It Burn

Stream of consciousness leads me to have one eye on the exit plan 
Moving vehicles 
Planes 
Trains 
Automobiles 
My thoughts wander and pause.....
Dormant
Writhing
Wringing
Inside
Themselves
Weighing
Lists upon lists
Pros and cons
Dreaming up new adventures
Wherein, my heart may sing quietly
What she has been crafting
Over a young lifetime
31 times around the sun
And she feels like Icarus
Every
Single
Time

Afraid to say 'No'
For fear that she may miss something
Spectacular
Inside the moments that cannot be defined or anticipated
Moments, unearthly
Words
That make me feel like the light bulb never existed
That make me feel like an innocent again
As if youth was recaptured
Minus
All the creams
Minus
All the potions
Minus
All that 'they' told me

And the only linger
That remedies
My regrets of experience
Is laughter
The kind of laughter that screams of Spring
The kind of happiness that can only be felt
And not quantified

And after the battle
Left in the fields
Left in the forest
Left under the moonlight
Is the silent statement
All the crows on the power lines shake their beaks
Croaking at me

And the electricity on my skin
Scoffs and prevails over any generator
Beloved
Are those
Who burn the manual
Today
I poured the gasoline over the ink stained pages
Tomorrow
I light the match