There is an ache deep in my back
I cannot seem to reach.
I twist and scratch
Until my nails turn red and crack.
The self guarding dams snap
Open. The floods, the floods
Useless make the map
And overpower my water wheel.
My bellows before were consistent
In their exhales
Now they gasp without beat. Up
And still up climbs the heat.
Wild, wild turn my once warm flames
That which burns was never tame