sometimes i write

sometimes i wonder
if i prick my fingers
will my blood flow red
or glowing glitter
burn with the fire
of dreams and songs
sung only in the ether
lost in the night
of perpetual silence
will my heart beat
slither away
to nothing
quiet
until a spark again ignites
roiling consumptive inspiration
to the tallest spires
whereupon only thought remains
to watch the falling stars
as they rain
upon the shores
like tiny points of fire
setting the world ablaze.