A Small Spark Vs. A Great Forest

What did you say? Don't speak. You nailed down all your words on me and it felt like a blind guide. Leading me into quicksand. So fight fair, fight fair. Not all you hear is noise. Fight fair, fight fair! I've earthed this seed so many times. Deeply held in this skin of bark. Branches made of ash and forests born aflame. Restless and full of poison. Shattered by a sea of dialogue. Rabid speech, like dogs with teeth. Words like a beggar. That don't speak. Crouched and bent out of shape. Rip this tongue out by the root. Shake the walls of this pale grave. A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills. An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fire collapses. The corpses I've made. This should not be. Oh, how we curse. The tongue is a flame. Let there be grace. Fight fair. --- A Small Spark vs. a Great Forest - Norma Jean