Voices Of The Fire

Red coals, black ash. Circus sideshow. Gather for the pretty blaze. Wonderous to watch, what a strange pleasure. A pleasure to burn... to see things eaten, blackened, and changed.

Madness, suicide. Yet, also a beginning. Destroying responsiblities and consequences. Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical.

The phoenixs funeral pyre, reborn out of the ashes. Names leap in the fire, destructivly burning down the years. The great seance. The murmuring ghost.

Space, losing it's vast dimension, drawing us comfortably inward. A swarm of fireflies becoming floating, black butterflies. Comfortable and rare and gentle flattering... light of the flame, bright and clean.

Sky falls upon the city, the moon goes up in a red fire. Hands that sem gloved in blood. Singed and driven back by the flame. Continual smell of burning.

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