O Burning Voyager

Dragons with their brimstone throats burned millions before bursting into combustible myths. Did we once make fire or did the fire make us? Burning, burning, burning until ‘forever’ became extinct, became smoke behind the ramparts of heaven. More burning, torching the sub-human heart into almost human pieces, making our blackened ancestors, (our little thumb-opposing howlers), shed their burning skin, revealing a mollusk of intellect, a shellfish without a shell exposing its wriggling thought in that shedding. The burning filled our eyes, we saw the fire, its flinty roots, we grubbed for those roots made them bloom, made the flame. Then full of a holy zeal we made a great war upon the world.