Sitting at the edge of the earth is the fire,
where one broken child watches flames with desire.
Undeniable, denied yet again.
Everything, everything dies in the end.
Licked by the flames, feet begin to burn.
The soles of our shoes became ash and tore,
fluttered to the ground and scattered around.
Between us and the sky there is simply the distance,
between us and the sky, the impossible distance.