I want to lack ambition
extinguish the fires of yearning ignited inside me
this inferno rages and I risk immolation
desire is such dangerous fuel to carry
in such huge payloads
& the smell of high octane fuel follows me around
like a box of matches wooing a cigarette
the combustible residue slick on my hands
with the embers of my eyes smouldering
the smoke of peril & possibility.
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