Turn On the Light

i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
i guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
and when it flickered out we laid him down to die
turn on the light
turn on a million blinding
brilliant white incendiary lights
a beacon in the night
i’ll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
i’ll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
and equip it with a million tiny suns
i’ll install upon the room of my compartment
and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
then i’ll turn on the light
turn on a million blinding
brilliant white incendiary lights
a beacon in the night
i’ll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
and i’ll burn like a roman fucking candle
burn like a chasm in the night
burn for a miniscule duration
ecstatic immolation incorrigible delight