Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Raging Inferno



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Shut betwixt my bone-marrow
Is a conflagration of cauterized thoughts
Ideas intransigent, enkindled by Purpose

They need no extinguishers, these ruminations
For they are in their state, they have a mind
They can turn to ash, they can reduce to embers
But ironically bake and crystallize, then burst into flames


This inferno is blind, blind to time and space
It knows no fatigue, it is incandescent yet cool
It defines me, it has a soul and lives
It can’t die because it is disinterred

These searing thoughts burn me up
Consume me with love and loathe alike
To cinder prejudice and mock tyrannies
To bake ash of the underprivileged and build fireworks

My soul is ablaze, I am a ball of fire
I am spiraling, spinning at the centre of Reason
Burning effigies of Illogicities

Question is not whether the flame burns
But who it won’t spare in the smolder.

C) Lorot Salem 2011

4 comments:

Kim Nelson said...

Beautiful and evocative, and the last two lines? Sublime!

Salem Lorot said...

Thank you Kim Nelson.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers! I agree with Kim. Sizzling and the last two lines knock it out of the park!

Salem Lorot said...

Gladdened, Sherry Blue Sky :)

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