I lost myself in the weight
of an unmoved mountain,
having failed to find the faith.

A volcanic thrust
in my limbs and throat.

I lost myself in the fire
of instant words fresh
from the molten earth.

Like stopping flood waters
with a screen door.

I lost myself in the flow
of first thought,
in the waves of reaction.

Just a moment and the marks
are left on the hardwood floor.
The ash hangs from the door frames.
The outlines of loved ones stand out
on the stained charred walls.