It takes blood to make blood sing.
    --George Ella Lion

    I'm pyromaniacal, chronic
    lighter of secret fires,
    bellowser of words, forger
    of desires, &, from base parts,
    wild alloys, charged
    with hard sparks-

                            primed
    to leap from this mind
    to the mind of another.

    I live to craft traps, set
    idle for years, waiting
    to sear, scar, or better,
    start a slow burn
    in the heart, hunger
    for more metal, blood
    pleading to ignite.

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