Dappled Cities Fly Fire Fire Fire

fire fire fire: i can see the fire inside heating the living room, in no one direction, but sprawling out all over the floor, and as the smoke forms a line up to the sun it carves a fold in everyone, and the notable promise that i can recall is that i could have been there with you. we’d be dancing in the fire. tackled with a familiar response, was my call to burn inside and alone. smoke rises up to the sun and carves a fold in everyone dancing in the fire. i regret the choice that i made; that you’re not a fire so i will not dance in you