Fire, Dirt, And Clay Poem by Can I Live?

My eyes are full of fire
Can't I just fly away?
My mouth is full of dirt
My nose, of clay

Now the mud is getting to me
And no longer can I see you
The dirt coming into my lungs
The clay clogs my breath
The fire is blinding me
What are you doing to me
What is happening?

It burns!
How can I make it stop?
I can't breathe
Someone help me; stop this!
Water, just a drop...?

The burning fades away
Slowing my frantic ways
For only a second
I feel the pleasure of pain
The life in being remade
The creation of the claimed

Now I see everything
Only in tints of red
My body feels heavier than it used to
The need to breathe
No longer overcomes me

Yet my tongue tastes the dirt
My nose smells the clay
I look to the sky,
And hope for a dream
But all I see is
That it's started to rain

This can't be a dream
How could that be?
Nothing is like what it seems
In the real world

Yet everything is real
Yes, this is reality
And I am different somehow
My heart is no longer a part of me
My breath no longer makes a fog around me
My eyes no longer see only the surface
I penetrate you
I see into you
I feel in you

I am you
the dog
the bird
the old man
the infant
I am the immortal