Thursday, July 5, 2018

Crucible of Fire

A tinderbox is a preexisting condition
Given that humidity and chance play a slight role in the game
It is only really just wanting a spark
One scintilla
Of a certain something
Or a certain someone, perhaps
Anything, that sets off a chain reaction
From a single point of contact
Leading up from the possibility of a smolder
To a blast heard for miles
Cinder blocks flying in the air
People running helter-skelter
Emails flying from wrists tired of fielding emails
You get the picture  ...
That, my people, is a foundry for the transmutation of souls
That is the medium for transactions only known to the angels
We wring our hands and ask why
But when has the sphinx answered her own riddles?
                                                           - Sonali