Pop poem.

Pop-up boys
And pop-up feelings
And naturally there are pop-up occasions
Pop-up destinies
And pop-up laughs...

And i was like the ember
In my dream i was the flame
I was rather the fire

And it was poff
And I was gone...

Well done!

And you can not shape the fire
And you can not bend the fire
And you can not make it obey

I was like the fire
And the fire was crying
In a certain dream...

Every detail is leftover

I don't demand.
I don't create.
I am not genuine.
I am not something new;

I am the fire.

Pop-up fire!
And poff now you have nothing left from me.

From us?

Pop-up people!
Winzip lives.
Rar knives,
Hard times...
Hard-to-open .swx files.

10 miles of
Rar files...

And it as poff!
I was never there.
Reborn in another space,
Reborn in another era,
Reborn in another dream...

And pof!
It was magical:
Pyromaniacs tonight invaded my body
It was ember and flames everywhere
Mass-success of massive attacks
It was fire and fire everywhere...

In a dream, I was like the fire
I was poff!
All gone.
Reborn in another dream,
I was the fire.

Poff I was gone...
Poff vanished.