meditation on a butane lighter

[interstice]

as it pops and cooks
the consciousness of destruction
wreaked upon that moist sensory flesh
a darwinian millefeuille
burnt at whim
and experienced in a sort of subsidiary way:
the smell as desiccated vitreous humors finally ignite,
the murmuring pops, an echo of the subtle vibrations of boiling
unseeing, felt and then heard