Dogma

Do you think about a time when a flame would burn without air and any conditions. A time when it would be just the spark and the enternal adoration of a stainless world. Blood, lies, illusion and temptation would only go as far as to wash away from the heat. The air would leave no scars and no ashes. The platonic existance of the wax and the flame is perfection unrivalled even by the imperfect sphere of life. Does fire always know it burns? It reaches out for warmth with innocence but time betrays whatever it touches. I think about a time when the hours exist only for the seconds. My touch is of gold but your scorched. Am i cursed ?