The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Friday, April 25, 2008

Fire

Friction
Ignites
Specks of dust
Existing eternal
Sparks in lust
Glint of desire holding key to a fire
Constructed of energy
Brilliant core
Power of heat
Living
Breathing
Loving
Hating
Peace or war
Destiny approaching
Utmost highest hour
Scorching embers of intense heat
Blistering
Blazing flame soaring tall
Fusing
Mingling in enchanted dance
Resembling inevitably nucleus power
Suddenly
Parallel element seizes the flames
Impact implodes
Agonizing hisses
Sears of excruciating pain
Recoils hot cinders
Ruptures a striking smoke
Suffocating
Choking
Dying
Surrenders
Silence
Stillness
Calm
Smell of death and ashes
Echo of ember residual life
Sparks
Ignites
Bursts back into flame
Dying greyness repeats the game
Flickers once more
Gloriously revelling
Boasting
In the everlasting fame

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