deliquescence // the cube that melts before the blue fire
hell is claimed to be the most fiery of all,
yet i made it out—
still frozen and untouched,
tougher ice much unmatched,
with colder breeze that sets my wall,
until on cattle i met the blue fire—
so gentle ergo ignored by kin,
no tittle of him though is never calming.
attracted was he to i as i was to he,
binded and blinded we were in a game so dire,
a chase in a maze for fun has began.
the fire actually was a mess of colours—
just achieving the red that’s bound to their kindred,
spectacle of him was merely then entertaining,
so i played the game with the fire of colors of four,
while he made me spectate as he deemed me essential,
essential to survival against colors that are hindrance towards red.
he was mainly blue and white,
sometimes glowing yellow and orange at night.
he was a gentle fire that sway so soothingly,
a mere lame dancer around the ice he admires in me.
as one that’s been through hell, i was then vain;
i am just playing with fire as he keep me entertained.
us as elements were never intimate,
we were both tools and means to one another,
yet suddenly his circle around me gone tighter—
like as if he longed for me more than he longed for redness,
as if i was no longer the ice that was only around for his mess;
‘twas to me a prattle for a cackle that frazzles.
a prattle that’s ignored and not believed at,
as i continue to play with the fire i never believed could burn me,
that could dissolve my cold walls with few warm words,
that could set off my breeze to fade into his blue hue;
but then he uttered the words i never even knew i wanted to hear.
i melt, i melt, i’m melting.
there i witnessed how i turned into small flickering snowflakes,
beautifully melted as his words and ways have gone in reverse,
as he wanted me now instead of needing me,
i was hopelessly warmed then and liquefied,
but at the end of the long run, fire and water are merely opposing elements.
i melt, i melt, i only melted as he grew into red hue.
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