The Wheel of the World

I yearn to light the world afire-

Aglow, smoldering, and potent.

I want to marvel at something,

Something breathtakingly extraordinary.

There are many footprints

In this broken-earth but

Mine must quake and

Splinter the hearth behind me.

My spirit desires an appetite for

Beautiful circumstances that I will happen upon.

Is fate a cruel jester with a

Twisted grin or simply fragile threads

Of ash- spark, flame, poof, gone.

A smoky haze of what could have been.

In what corner of the abyss will I find myself?