awaken the fire-mind

A clean slate, fresh.

It is true that I begin here now- hazy- spiderwebs and cotton cloth filling any space in my mind.

I am rusty- out of practice-out of devotion and dedication, but today I declare I am ready to clear myself out to awaken the fire-mind.

I am ready to breathe ink-cinders.

I am ready to feed my thought-flames.

My Hot-self. My alive-self.

a burning, sweating self

turned on to this life,

creating

SPEWING

for survival.

Progress: my new whisper hymn.

(i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...i will progress...)