>Fire Out of Control #48 The Art of Making Fire

>Highways have collapsed underfoot,
seeping in creases of despair,
combustible gases release into
surrounding air

It’s the art of containing misery,
formulated from one’s own frenzy,
as if releasing drops of water
would extinguish coals’ bright-coloured hues

The hole is a grandeur of burnt
elements singeing skin,
harming the inner-self whenever
it’s out of control

Fire, heat becomes overwhelming,
suffocating, drowning it won’t recede
from incessant strokes of oxygen
All that’s left
are charred remains

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