The flame of his embrace is insatiable,
The doomed burn in it to ash,
Friends will leave, their curiosity will vanish,
For it was not for them you were the sacrifice.

The word lured you,
You reached with sparks toward the clouds,
Yet even as smoke you drifted not for long
And the heat warmed no one.

No one cares, each has their own trouble,
No one needs your coming back,
But suddenly you will grasp another demand:
You stepped out of the house — the whole street is yours.

(The Word and the Soul)