A fire rages inside.
It wants to consume
like an ancient god,
long forgotten,
feeling the soot
of sacrificial smoke on its skin.
It yearns for bygone rituals,
warm hearts offered
like fruit by trembling hands.
Yet it is the same fire
that kindles words
in a poet’s mouth,
the same flame
that cradles fragile clay
inside the womb of a kiln.
A warmth that births
a thousand realities.
Self-immolated, burned to the last bone.
Something stirs in the ash—
a god remembering his name.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
A fire rages inside.
It wants to consume
like an ancient god,
long forgotten,
feeling the soot
of sacrificial smoke on its skin.
It yearns for bygone rituals,
warm hearts offered
like fruit by trembling hands.
Yet it is the same fire
that kindles words
in a poet’s mouth,
the same flame
that cradles fragile clay
inside the womb of a kiln.
A warmth that births
a thousand realities.
Self-immolated, burned to the last bone.
Something stirs in the ash—
a god remembering his name.
