The Poet set me afire again. Oh, She got under my skin. I am not myself... yet I am more me than I think I can be. In the grip of a branch of immortality. Let go, don't let me go, dancing in the flame where I always forget my name, exchange it for free-falling essence, surrender tired thoughts for rivers of freedom tears, forgetting for once my fears. I thrive in Her dangerous game.

Jamie Bagley