You are a piece of the sun scorching the earth,
sparking bonfires and wildfires and rumors.
You are infinite, ancient, yet the youngest of your kind.
Your presence disrupts their dull world,
reminding them of what they are not.
Will you burn them up before they kill you
with coldness and contradictions and longing?
Or will you turn your flames against yourself,
sparing them as you disappear into your own ashes?
Lovely