two questions for my body

why wouldn't you sit in a fire if you could where the white flames are softest, hot-white arm hair standing—photons floating out the pores—milky flames of the forearm brushing past the matte-lighted and downy cheeks of an appropriate woman, which licks the soul, vibrates (or should i say maturely incubates) subcutaneously, where the newtonian corpuscles change from gross bodies to light and back again, and the pleasure of being able to maintain one’s chemical composure with relaxed posture in a fire draws the blood from my mind leaving soft white light among that gray matter, and i wouldn't call it bleaching.... perhaps leohting, because the practice is as old as english and that's how beowulf died isn't it, why with the pyre and all, why with the fire and all, and that's the trick isn't it—being in the fire, but not of the fire, living in a fire without dying, enjoying everlasting burnings and entertaining angels, but only for god's sake i would have to say, because it doesn't come lightly, no, fire is heavy stuff, if you've ever actually held it, i mean look at the stars—they weigh enough to bend time and space and even light out of it's path.... i know it's debatable, but i wouldn't mind living on a star, after all it would be very private with plenty of space for another bookshelf and two more pantries, at least?


why wouldn't you roll clotheless in the snow if you could where the white flakes are softest not needing a curtain, because i've never seen so much steam released into the atmosphere when my flesh is a fundamental constant of nature, when the marrowed wave-particle duality of my bones and exodermal insulation is such that i can measure my pulse by looking at the street lamp, but even if the fog freely densified.... not needing a curtain, because i've never seem so much steam released into the atmosphere as a curtain, maybe enough to create a whole'nother galaxy with the vapor, after all it would be very private with plenty of space for another bookshelf and two more pantries, at least?