the beauty of flames lies in their strange play beyond all proportion & harmony their diaphanous flare symbolizes at once grace and tragedy innocence, despair, sadness & voluptuousness

the burning transcendence has something of the lightness of the great purification

i wish the fiery transcendence would carry me up and throw me into the sea of flames where consumed by their delicate & insidious tongues i would die an ecstatic death

the beauty of flames creates the illusion of a pure, sublime death similar to the light of dawn immaterial death in flames is like a burning light of graceful wings

do butterflies die in flames?

what about those devoured by the flames within them?