Prometheus Body Slam

The Fire wiggles
Under the light breath of whispered hints.
Others can prostitute themselves
To get what they want.
I can’t even for something I might have needed.
With the touch of Forethought, I see
The way things can play out.
How easy things can be if I just let it happen.
Instead, I have to point out the ways to alter the flow.
Sing out to the eagle, and bare the spot.
At least I have my conduits for thought.
I can imagine touch and pretend to feel.
There is what I need, out there. I can smell it.
That spark for which I will burn.
I just have to take it.

Finally be a Thief of Fire.