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