The salamander.

Fire...Fire coming from the remnants of an act which arises fire itself. Combustion makes what seemed not as such turn into fuel. There is madness at each fire. There is need to deny the causality of life & beget facts that would not usually appear sound. Misunderstanding & mistaking might be king & queen. Thus fire itself is a joker. One may hardly believe how fast reality can burn when the irrefutable slide into scene. Flames of fragmentation provoke a certain impossibility to run from a present rooted into a pair of eyes that cannot close themselves. There is salt in the tears, & sulphur on the ground they cannot put out. Then, the salamander. Of living in flames or putting out fires one has heard. Yet surviving hell is what I believe. A skin of scars that might not show the intensity of phenomena since the eye is faulty & perceives incompletely what should be factually obvious. The loss of limbs is deemed as non-sense when the beating heart is slashed, cracked or fully broken. Such organ acknowledges fire, attempts repelling the infuriating somewhat omnipotence of the advancing burning, & sometimes succumbs. Whether hope remains or not depends on who has endured the occurrence & I shall not dare speak of so. Fire can devastate the largest fields of knowledge or the mightiest pillars of joy, it can turn the skies into molten lead & awake the fraudulence in the desperate belief in 'destiny.' The vision of Earth goes into one of an igniting comet. Nonetheless, the salamander prevails. Either singed or scorched, scalded or burnt, such being can step out the wreckage & re-initiate its path. Not without a difference in motion, direction or even luck, you understand. Melancholy infuses unprompted tones into that about to come. Immortality matters not despite its being within reach. Life itself comes now irregularly vast though at first it could be hard to realise. There is then something singular in the eyes of the salamander. It might be the reflection of the flames, the pride from survival, the fact of being alive or just a starry night. Either way, wisdom awakes & upholds. One can only but wonder if oneself could bear such a blaze, if one could last after it.

Hardly anyone can be a salamander...