Inner fire burning bright.

Smoke whirling around, gaining height.

Rain crashing down from up high.

One touch. Evaporation. Return to the sky.

Ashes are left everywhere he goes.

Burnt pasts, introducing tomorrows.

People from yesterday are enraged.

“Who does he think he is, setting their world ablaze?!”

Those running from the past sing a hymn.

Ultimately praising his “sin”.

He doesn’t care for praise or condemnation though.

To him, it’s just a huge dramatic show.

Ask him “Why?”

You’ll get a “Sigh..”

“Fuck morality.”

“It’s only change, to me.”

Art: Yuri Shwedoff