POEM: Burning too Hot

The festive fires were burning hot,
too hot for their own good.
They melted through the rocky ground
just feet from where I stood.

I stepped back, wondering whether
the fire would burn right through
the planet to the molten core 
making a jet-like flue

to push the planet from its path
out toward somewhere strange,
and by the time the fire 'd frozen
we'd be beyond home range.

Then I realized that it was I
who burned far too fiercely,
and all this from my febrile mind 
was just thinking weirdly.

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