Article voiceover
Come, my Friend
Come
to my fire.
I’m watching it
burn.
Closer.
Let it lick
and
singe
your palms.
When I feel
the overwhelm
it comes
like three songs
in different tempos
distinct but equally
vicious
blaring
simultaneously
flaring
inside
my awareness.
Again, so glad I listened to the audio! The short lines felt to me like the quick flickers of flames themselves—some short and others longer.
Oof. I feel this keenly:
"When I feel
the overwhelm
it comes
like three songs
in different tempos"