Lead Toward A Fire
Z Santos
The dark appears
The roaring fire
Concentrated, contained to its home
Intentions to make further movements
Beyond the flickering, the wakeling occasional swell
And the spit, this is it
Magnificent secret lit
Head 'til the woods grew so heavy and thick
And I know
Under so mean to those who were shown
She chooses to spend most meals eating alone
Very few stay moving or going