When I was a boy...
way back in 1983...
...and the television was my holy spirit
It showered me with sitcom moralities...
That were plumed with technicolour commandments:

Get a girl
Get a house
Have a family

And if it all goes wrong?

Do it again.

That... was the televised truth.
The funny thing about truth...
It’s twisty. It’s.... malleable.
It’s as real as a mirage inside of a dream.

One day when the holy spirit wasn’t looking...
...a smoky silhouette approached me
...and I inhaled, desperate for the scent of him.
It was a clandestine moment...
His eyes, like fire...
I wanted to burn.

And the silence cracks
As the angels rage
And the wolves howl
As my lovely jinn sings

I wanted to burn…

I am the flame
You are the heat
Let’s burn together
Inside the beat