Monday, August 31, 2009

Flames



Raging tongues and spears of embers
Whipped by wind gusts
Choosing not where to land
Except where chance targets
To leave traces of smoldering heat
Crackling, burning, stinging
Until flares gather in infernal intensity...
Crawling, growing, trapping
A surreal dance of smoke and flames
In seductive curtains and capes
Of towering red and orange heat.
Punishment or baptism,
Curse or renewal,
Blindness or seeing,
An end or beginning?
Fire-
Will there be enough tears
To extinguish you?

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