• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 07


I ride the white hot dragon
far above the black river
with its shoals of lost souls.
The heat of my fierce energies
incinerates your flimsy efforts
to pull me back into line
reel me in, take me down
and keep me safe at home.
Your red alert is out
and I see you waving
like a red flag warning me
not to go too far.
But from this height
no boundaries apply
nothing can stop
my expanding exultation
my riotous defiance
of slower measures
and scant joys. It grows
brighter than any
ordinary light, too delicious
to take in sips and nibbles,
demanding total consummation
until nothing’s left
but ash and cinders falling
into the dark water
waiting to take me back
into its cold embrace