Burn
Max Kaiser
A match flickers to light.
Igniting in a delightful dance,
against desolate darkness
Below the burn is night.
A blackness, hollow, and much darker,
than that of the flame’s surroundings.
Blinded by displays of red and orange,
ignorant to the growing dark.
Eyes wander with the waning whirl of fire,
senses switch as the heat becomes unbearable.
Burned, a realization comes to light:
Within a hearth, the blaze burns brightest.
Warmer than a million matches.
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