The flames don’t really know
anything about convection, or
kelvin, or thermodynamics.
Flame is just a brute fact, like
entropy or absolute zero.
Heat is the brain of a fire.
Heat can tell you things
the flames never dreamed of.
It’s heat that rivets attention.
It is heat that opens your eyes.
Heat will burn holes and
smooth imperfections.
Heat teaches what you
need to know. It will
draw you in by degrees.
Fire lights up the corners.
Flames shout for attention.
They are only messengers.
It is heat that consumes
It is heat that says, “I love you.”
Poetry on the run 
I really do enjoy your use of language and your twists of words that reflect a different view.
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thanks for taking a look at this one…it really is the result of a burn, well that and a lot of crying, cursing and running around like my pants were on fire.
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