Prayers on Fire

Once there was a night. The air was clear and nothing could be heard.

I wandered to the middle of the street and knelt down upon the asphalt under the streetlight.

The chalk in my hand touched the ground and there I drew a box around where I was kneeling.

That box commanded: "Disappear Here" and I labeled it such.

I know it lied to me.

That night air and streetlight were false prophets.