Immolation

The way that inspiration burns takes many forms of flame

From the roaring conflagration to the candlelight so tame

But despite all their differences, their means remains the same

Their consumption of my mind and hand in ways I cannot name

There are the glowing embers that persist in times of doubt

There are the sparks and bursts of light that flash and flicker out

There are the tongues and torrents that burst forth with every gout

And there’s the uncontained inferno after times of drought

They burn, they blaze, they blister as they spin

They feed, they form, they fester here in my skin

They call to conflagration that can be heard through any din

They ignite in light instantly as I decide to begin

New ideas cause panic as I scramble to contain

New plans drive me manic as they bounce around my brain

New starts are fanatic in pursuits I can regain

My head is filled with static when it seems it can’t remain