Spitting fire back at me

and then spitting back onto my stomach,

by the time the embers reach me,

by the time she has saved me,

The night will already have betrayed me.

Even it didn’t make a whole lot of sense,

and we ultimately spent more than we made

Were multiplying ,

and were at least slightly coalesced.

AND were putting our best foot forward.

A nervous Minerva, all wrapped up in barbed wire.

kissed on it’s head,

a recipe for disaster

and utterly final , as we cant even wait for any of it to catch up.