IT'S BURNING

Flares

All are narrow
  In the hallways
  Prolonged, 
And on the roads
They are themselves
their own
light rays. 
Stuck in the dark
Even though
each one
And to revelations
And to the views
each one
in type and form
It is inspiring.
Both coals of fire
Does not burn evenly.
Coals are also wasteful
More to see
There is nothing to do.
Big or small
There is no difference.
All colors of firewood
It reigns here.
Even strong winds blow
And quiet men who do not know
Flames and crazy fire
and spreading demons
Here is bliss 
Sparks in the air
It spreads around.
Some fire, at least sometimes
  Stupid mistakes, great disasters
burn
is being extinguished.
But some without blinking an eye
Unable to see
Eagerly
Burning life.
He who comes near
It is burning.