Iron ribs hold ember crown
Fisherman sits eyes cast down
Roots drink deep in ashen ground
Silence wears a heavy gown
I am Kindling bone and spark
Waiting for the evening dark
Quercus rubra feeds my heart
Patience is a quiet art
Scales reflect the dancing light
Hook rests quiet through the night
Tides breathe deep in moonlit height
Current pulls with steady might
Ash settles on weathered skin
Pinus sylvestris burns within
Time dissolves to carbon thin
Roots remember where they've been
I am Kindling bone and spark
Waiting for the evening dark
Quercus rubra feeds my heart
Patience is a quiet art
Industrial pulses cut the air
Rickenbacker growls low and bare
Spoken word becomes a prayer
Anthem rises from the flare
Dawn cracks open shrine's old stone
Fisherman rises stands alone
Ember carried not just shown
Fire walks where he has grown
I am Kindling bone and spark
Waiting for the evening dark
Quercus rubra feeds my heart
Patience is a quiet art
Kindling burns in every part
Bone fire walks where roots acquire
