overwhelmed and undone my fingers at times hidden under gloves to contain the sparks that keep flinging from their tips each passing month anymore makes me wonder if it is time perhaps to shed this hiding-layer to stop the worrying about what might happen if I reach out and light lite someone on fire these fingertips I worry will not burn forever and my years have gone the way of past more than future if averages prevail I suspect very soon and therefore the deepening worry I wont be able to contain it with even the gloves or if I do it wont be willed or wanted and I will come out on the other side of it all dying by brightness as I alight the world around me
I cannot take control but this too is the fault of the years perhaps again when we beings see it will be forgiven for
for now there is still some deeper thing to sort out some bolder meaning to encounter for now I can merely ask and wonder do you ever suspect you too spark behind your gloved fingertips do you too see your future in the prevailing averages and with gentle audacity strip the yarns away finger by finger until your lite light is fully exposed for its fire