There are little pockets in my days, filled with precious substances. Rare, wild minerals fill my time spontaneously. I am like a mountain, to be mined and exposed. Chip away at my edges and you'll soon discover small holes filled with brilliantly coloured crystals and salts, begging to be touched, tasted, known.
Take these minerals from me, mine my days and make them into something. Become a pyrotechnician and combine the minerals into fireworks. Start me afire. afire afire. Burn me and watch me burst before your very eyes.
Let the joybeautylovelight sizzle in the sky and leave imprints on your eye.
Take these little pockets in my day and stick your fingers inside, feeling the cool slate of time against you and surrounding the crystalized rareity you feel scratching against you.
Set me afire afire afire and let my flames lick at you from the little pockets. Set me afire afire afire and watch me sparkle.

04/14/2002

Posted on 04/14/2002
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