sense of self

the burning river flows turning everything over in a never ending rhythm of reawakening...coursing through the forests of the mind, giving life, while receiving...liquid flames, frozen currents, electricity pulsing in your veins, the heart turns cold with anticipation while maintaining the heat of it all...engulfed by light, embraced by the earth...the alchemy, the knowing. the being and the doing...i am already in the future, and I've rewritten the past.