Inside

Inside,
inside the flames
there is only deep darkness;

no movement, no speech
that fire cannot quell to dust.

The revolution can wait.

To dance with you
beneath this carnage
is radical.

There’s nothing without,
hours fall in with the hunger of storm
piling endlessly beneath,
inside.

Tonight I will watch the heavens burn softly
inside you,
no speech will govern the shadow of doubt
that hides beneath the fire.

There’s nothing but the inside,
burning,
bartering speech with fire.

Darkness will remember us
as the last mutant liars
who played with pain.