Fire Starter

Burning in circles. It was a monopoly affect setting
ablaze the forest fires. You can't create fire but you
can manipulate it. It all came full circle.
Destroying everything it once created;
Like there was nothing to begin with, but it all existed.

My skin was heated and the ice was melting.
Life was fleeting. My mind was racing and my heart
was pacing. Eyes flickered. So concentrated.
Like lazers piercing through the night.
Dead, yet alive.

It was burning now. we could feel it now.
Matches lit against my skin, they were starting
fires. So clear and vivid were the flames.
Sparks of friction within the dazed illusion.

We're fire starters now.

Countdown

Everyone’s a genius, I thought to myself.
Some choose to be plain while the water starts to boil. 
It’s a limbo state of mind.
Making shifts with mental vibrations.
The buildings moved with frequency.

People were not the slightest bit reluctant – they 
enjoyed the ride, it was all part of the fabrication.

People nowadays are so cavalier.
It’s the human experience with interference.
Everything was unreal and anything became true.
I was in control of the movement; lava-like 
Falling up, waking up, looking down, beyond the ground.

There was something hidden underground.
It was caged. It was in shackles.. bound to the ground.
To be released meant symmetrical patterns all around.
It was invisible to the naked eye and only released
when we were asleep.

It then phased out to the next scene. The transition 
was seamless. It was the last call. People started saying 
it was the countdown. I thought, countdown to what?

 The crowd was in unison, everyone knew and I did too.