Ever notice how a piece of timber first catches on it burns so bright...
There's sort of a passion to it?
How it moves along flaring hot or hotter,
flaming-out here or there...
Coming around again to exhaust all efforts at staying alight...
...but it matters not.
That dark hardened shell of the wood has nothing left to give...
...can't maintain itself.
Sure, -you can add accelerant.
A later something, perhaps different in thermal expression?
In the end only speeds up the process of becoming nothing; as ashes cast into the winds.
Charred pieces were better left alone, dissolving in raindrops over time?
Never rekindle a thing once burnt.
Yes I suppose that makes logical sense...
Unless you feel cold? *
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Ever notice how a piece of timber first catches on it burns so bright...
There's sort of a passion to it?
How it moves along flaring hot or hotter,
flaming-out here or there...
Coming around again to exhaust all efforts at staying alight...
...but it matters not.
That dark hardened shell of the wood has nothing left to give...
...can't maintain itself.
Sure, -you can add accelerant.
A later something, perhaps different in thermal expression?
In the end only speeds up the process of becoming nothing; as ashes cast into the winds.
Charred pieces were better left alone, dissolving in raindrops over time?
Never rekindle a thing once burnt.
Yes I suppose that makes logical sense...
Unless you feel cold? *
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