a dream of completion

he felt himself
a little mad

possessed by flame
dreaming destruction
longing for a greater
completeness

to his own ears
even his laughter
was the cackling
of a conflagration

always
when he closed his eyes
he saw the working
of the fire
rising as flame

felt the heat
of it within

he knew
that at times
he smoldered

~

Poem #510 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.