Those fires raging in our blood,

They burn through the years,

And embers may heat the furnace of their tongues,

But some flames never dull their lashings,

Not even with cool niceties of song birds,

Lyca knows this,

She knows her matches they lit,

She went out to the red wood forest,

And it was then fell their many fears,

To a pool of elemental heat,

In her pursuit of all the corners of California,

Lyca’s father was an angry man,

She wanted to teach him what love meant,

With something he could understand,

A fire to match the flames he had sent,

Though his bonfires roared at the first gust of wind,

There was something more that he could not contend,

The benefit of time,

For though his scolding did sear with marks that scarred,

Not every mark did mend,

Her abandonment would last as long as it would take,

And one day drive her into the arms of his dearest friend,

Her affections were hers to give and this he must learn for good,

Even if it meant an everlasting burn,

Something one could never take back even if they could,

Smoke filled up every corner of the wood,

For her fires would last much longer.

Collaboration between Laurence Fuller and Kesja Tabaczuk