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the fire waits for no one.
she rages a blazing inferno, you
cannot stop her even from your high,
high view of her destruction, your tower
her target.
the fire waits for no one.
can the "no one" be you? you stand
white knuckled waiting, you pace
and pace and pace your sorry days
around her. it's all for her.
the fire waits for no one. she is
the natural disaster of your brain,
the hot flame that brings blisters.
she will destroy all in her path, and you
will burn with her.
the fire waits for no one, but
will the fire wait, one day? maybe when
the moon is out and you find yourself
searching the stars for some kind of sign
fire in the sky and in your chest. you burn.
the fire waits for no one
but you wait for everyone
when will you embrace the fire,
become the flame, let her in and let her win
your eyes yearn to face her heat.
the fire waits for no one.
when will she wait, wait for you
and the coals she leaves behind her,
wait for the rain for pour in on
heavy clouds and live.
you hold the fire deep in your mind's eye,
she will not wait for you when the fickle day
comes, she will not pause her rampage for a
taste of your freckled face, your blinding smile
no match for her brilliant red.
blue will be swallowed, rain will not come,
fire will not wait. has she ever waited
on you? you want her to wait, is a fire
even swayed by want? does the fire do anything
besides burning, you tell her she is more, but do the flames
believe your fallacies?
the fire waits for no one.
maybe you.