There are meteorites disintegrating in the
atmosphere just a few thousand feet above us and tiny
fireballs are falling down around us, pooling around us,
forming a kind of fire lake which then forms a kind of fire
cloud. There is this feeling I get when I am with you. There is
our future house burning like a star on the hill. There is our
dark flickering shadow. There is my hand on fire in your hand
on fire, my body on fire above your body on fire, our tongues
made of ash. We are rocks on a distant and uninhabitable
planet. We have our whole life ahead of us.
