How can something burn
and yet never consume,
when entire forests fall to ash
and futures are cauterised by flames
so intense they erase history
and futures yet unthought?
And yet we burn
with an intensity that would consume
but we are not ready to surrender
to the sting of the flames,
we desire the sweetness of fire
but not its end,
we want that sacred ground
of the agony of love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon