Pay attention 
The flames of attention always burn
Igniting everything when its its turn
Hot, hot, hot!
Turn away, ignore, say u want no more
But there it is still: the incandescence without a core
Naturally a being looks...
Looks....
Looks...
Melancholy is looks with no detention
to create order needs the flame of attention.

The flames of attention always burn
Igniting everything when its its turn
Hot, hot, hot!
Turn away, ignore, say u want no more
But there it is still: the incandescence without a core
Naturally a being looks...
Looks....
Looks...
Melancholy is looks with no detention
to create order needs the flame of attention.

theres no poetry section on the Coli, this is the best spot I can find for this
