When there is nothing left to burn
Turn the match upon yourself
Run into the dark
The light bright as wealth
In the poverty of darkness
The lack of the black
The slap and the crack
The whistle and the rain drops
Could not stop, that which is preordained
Maintain the combustion
Flame as a function
Explode as only you know how.
All is allowed when the tongues speak in heat
Reduce the truth to ashes
Find the purity in peace.