I’m on fire like the Amazon.
Burning with passion of what’s left of me in this world.
Sparring with the nature of humanity and the crescent lune of the symmetry before my eyes..
There’s a brilliance to this decay.
Like the fall leaves, I feel like I’m disintegrating while walking into the night.
Becoming a shadow in this architecture of city lights and LED screens.
Turning into the vapor I exhale and the tragedy I witness.
The Amazon is on fire.
The markets are crashing.
The space trash is accumulating.
Yet, in the wake of it all;
I can only recall your soft embrace.