It is no surprise that I am a fire
raging without any borders, consuming land
at a heartbreaking rate, devouring the
loose timber within, exhuming the heat that
abides in things, this polished ruby of flame.
What is shocking is the spark that smolders.
Everpresent & the abundunce of dry
kindling that propels me. It is God's breath in
my nostrils feeding it, needing his lazy touch.