Always a look,
it like a lit book
upon fire took
gasoline a look.
I want posture
of flame foster
of a devil sure,
be no imposter.
Think I demand
myself a stand.
I think you can
see sinking sand.
Give me you do
knowledge true;
it makes shrewd
all of my moves.
Feel the ground,
hear all a sound
of what’s around
it is so abound.
Your look seeps
into where sleep
I try and to keep
eyes dry I weep.
May tears dous
the flames now;
sear wound now,
I stop a bleed out.
(Artwork Pinterest by KwangHo Shin)