Our collective wildfire in a cadence dances,
the resolve of angry sinews almost broken..
A looming cloudburst of saturated senses,
a spectacular debacle waiting to happen..
The flames feast on the embers,
the embers burn in resplendent glory...
Their collective past none remembers,
but for that expectant orgasmic purgatory..
A slow ascent to the dizzying vertigo,
and then the plummet to the unknown..
A symphony building up to a crescendo,
into deafening whispers blown...
Prashant
(couldn't think of a title)