Fuel

This is an oldie, but feels relevant again as of late:

In my dreams
I have skin that’s unscripted,
In my dreams
I have eyes that are clean,
In my dreams
I have fire
That catches on all the life I’ve known
Outside those dreams.
Burning conversion
keeps me kindled
and well-stocked,
Like a loaded gun yearning to shoot.
I guess even shit has a use.