Poetic Amnesia

Two crystal ribs hold the flame between them.
The middle one bleeding into v***r at its edges.
Fire that cannot decide if it is still itself.

First spark, already moving.
Hunger before the name of hunger.
I begin again. Again.

I burn without permission.
The throne is wherever I stand.
Watch, the air catches.

The sky went quiet.
Generation failed.
Try revealing again.

Fire knows its name.
Water forgets on purpose.
The day lives in the fault between them.

The unbroken sky holds its breath
One line among many, gives way without a sound.
and heaven, forgetting, pours as rain it never remembers being.