It will help
If you relax
The air will cool
Your fingers will
Return to obedience
Having succeeded
They will hold tight
To their pyric prize
remain passionate
Afterall
throats are more than straws
Manos de muerta
Por lo momento
Between heaven
and the sea
Should you need
To pry your fingers
From your prize
Consider it
a trophetic reflex
Nothing more
Avoid remorse
At all costs.
