The air holds its breath around the smallest light I lean closer, already knowing what it costs I watch the candle flame blazing in front of me Run my fingers through it just to feel the heat Brief contact leaves residual warmth on skin It consumes and dances, takes the nothingness And pulls something that looks alive from the air I step into the heavy summer blaze Air thick and hot as if it learned from the flame Eyes lift to the brilliant fire in the sky Only a moment before it burns the sight Everything below is already fuel It starts where the air is still enough to touch Quiet at first, then pulling harder for more Once it tastes the air it does not stay small Car on the roadside set completely ablaze Glass shatters, metal feeds the growing flame Melts into liquid, then cools and hardens Solidifies into a shape it never held I turn from the wreck and the heat follows me home The fire inside needs its own fuel, its own source What will it become when it’s finally fed The same heat that scars is the only heat that remakes It burns the old form down to nothing Then forges whatever’s left into something new Temperature rising past the point of color Until the flame itself becomes invisible No longer seen, only felt by what it destroys It disappears into the air that feeds it Resembling the nothingness that surrounds it First the metal, then the bone Forest and flesh Everything yields, everything feeds Until the world itself is the crucible The fire inside needs its own fuel, its own source What will it become when it’s finally fed The same heat that scars is the only heat that remakes It burns until even the flame is gone Then makes the nothingness into something new The same heat... That scars... That remakes...
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