Abrupt, I erupt
from this sizzling cocoon of charring flesh.
In dancing flames I am reflected,
and in reflection I dance.
Always thinking, I have made tethers of my musings,
bound my muses,
and suffocated them in smoke.
This is death as a volcano creeps, crimson and slow,
across a plane of ash.
This is rebirth.
Savage tongues of thought kindle my skin
to slough off reptilian, baring scales
or feathers. Plumes of flame,
proof of progress, and that
lizard is only an intermediary step to bird.