enkindle
burn, familia.
burn so bright their spit sizzles, lost to vapor before it ever runs down our cheeks. may we peel paint at the touch of our blessed palms, blister the hoods of idling patrol cars now and ever, amen.
burn, familia.
burn quenchless in each of our well-earned d.r.e.a.m.s. may we ignite with generational force, labors of blood and memory arcing bright behind us across shared skies for all to see.
burn familia.
burn from the source within, six suns sliding through our veins. may we gust with fires uncaged until we outblaze the light of every tomorrow yet to dawn.