the day the sun lit me on fire

[loveischemicals]

It's the quiet moments I crave
when I quit breathing and just lie
and think to myself,
"This is great, this is really great."

I know those moments for you
are terribly stressed
you feel gamed on
like the elephant between five lions.

The city feels like a savannah
sometimes, in the summer,
when the dry hot air blows
off the hats and hoops riding in style.

In the summer, where will I go?
It's hard to say, the day hasn't come,
but I think I'll go towards the sun,
like Icarus, but much better dressed.

If you wonder about me:
the plume of smoke and feathers;
pinion and singe;
falling from a height greater than either you or me,
then you've already began the same ascent.
You can smell it.

But falling from the sky has no sound,
no noise,
except at the end?