Dirt

You speak of flame and fire
and similar motifs
quite a lot.
I don't know if you'd noticed.

I mean, I find that odd.
An obsession, perhaps.
You've immersed yourself
in a melodious stream
and fire just seems to match it
torrential
is that what it is?

It's strange.
You're chemical.
Inhale, exhale
squirreled up small
as you swing one leg up in front of the other.

Surcease.
You're barring the way.
Immovable - except on your axis.
As you turn, the world unlocks
and you sprawl in the dirt.

You speak of flame and fire
and similar motifs
quite a lot
with a mouth full of dirt.