Inferno

I found myself standing in Dante's inferno,
"Beware all ye who enter here",
the flames silently licking
at the black jagged rocks that are my soul.
And there you stood,
speaking my thoughts,
thinking my words.
All the while the flames,
hot as ice and cold as the sun,
licked pieces of our flesh
and vaporized them
until all that was left
were our thoughts and our words,
and they, too, became a singularity
and vanished from 3-D space.
All that remains is the rebirth
and the blank canvas
awaits the whim of our palette.