Fifth alarm

Can't seem to make this stop -
Blinding, grinding gears
Pulling into alternate forevers,
as I stand upon useless brake.
Fanning, showers of sparks - now flames -
Same silence crackles, as if a raging forest fire
consuming all in this path.
My -
Buckets of water -
Shovels of sand -
Trenches, dug from sweat,
finds feilds empty!
No flames -
Not surprised by such luck,
I praise my assured success.
Retreating to my newest aversion -
No thoughts of what had just been burning -
I turn back at last,
to find my city now burned to the ground.
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