Where's my fuel

 It's all flat, the page is blank
There's fire where there should just be fuel
I need it to be the stockpiled fuel
Ready to put my spark into the accelerant

Just sweet liquid creativity 
And I'm a guzzler
I'm a streaking havoc 
Blazing tongues rising

the fire's dying down
I need it to be stoked
that transition for embers
Before the diappear into cinder

Yes unending fuel and heat
Burn working it's way through
Until the flickering points of fire
Form letters into words