flames.

said to be profound. just a way i put my thoughts on things.

at exactly seven o'clock,
the city lights up in an array of fire.
i watch as each street starts to burn.

the flames rise high,
the moon now lit by human's searing eyes,
exposed by the blistering hands of curiosity.

but did curiosity not kill the cat?
did it's ashes not collate,
burnt at the will of it's own hand?

and so won't we?
people, oblivious to the scent of their own burns, 
sparks passed with each dollar note,
each gun shot, a whisper of oxygen fed to the flame.

the wildfire has spread.
i watch from above as the heat of death slowly, but surely,
overtakes the spark of life.

soon, they tell us, our smoke will reach Mars.
then we will light up the universe,
and the planets will glow in red.

we lit the fire,
the world is burning.
and the fire is spreading.