You started the fire, such a fire starter; sat back to watch the ashes decorate the sky, pillows of black, grey; white smoke- coasting upward at the sky. Unsatisfied, you had to flip it- poking; prodding, grasping hopes, dreams; desires blending like only you could. Energy used to pile; stack, building with what we have, raging hot, tender crackling- fire that you started, growing; expanding, with every moment. - E. Ex.