Fireheart

In dusky notes the evening

Crumbled to a stand still

Neither step nor chink of glass

No sound would break through

Nobody dared or even tried to

The time was stuck, the runes were cast

A final glow within that

Molten bottled amber

We signaled to the rain

And so the sheets came down

The dewy wet marquee

The rains came down again

For how long we sat

In the stand still of the evening

Was impossible to say

But a time went by it seemed

Floated past as if a dream

Broken only by the humming of the earthen clay

And after that time we saw

A man, he stepped onto the floor

From the rain though no drop had tarnished him

He stood and stared at each of us

In turn, we didn't make a fuss

And in that moment, light ceased to dim

He gifted the entire place

With a fire from beneath his face

A life we'd lost in the early hours of the night

The band kicked up a raucous tune

The amber flowed, and oh so soon

The bar transformed to the most joyous sight

That fire heart, I'd heard him called

Had graced us with his spark

And on a whim we danced a drunken dance

Round and round, and up and down

We spun about in strident bounds

He held his hand out and I took that chance

Oh how he burned

Oh how I learned

Oh how the world is filled with woe

I learned to dance

On happenstance

We turned the world into a show

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No, Jason: I have blogging, coffee, noodles, and Oreos. THIS is the life.

I've just gotten over a very big hill of work anxiety. It feels good. This is the first time in several weeks in which I don't have a pounding tightness in my chest. Oh, there's always stress, but it's not debilitating at the moment. I feel the need to recount minor events that interest me because I have nothing of true consequence to blog about. I was playing piano, Paranoid Android probably, and one of my fingers started bleeding. Not just spontaneously, jeezum crow, that'll be the day. It got... intense. And thus my left middle finger was caught in sanguine, unsanitary mess. The piano, being my primary coping mechanism, would know me so much better than any person if it had any kind of comprehensive consciousness. Thank merciful fuck it doesn't.