Burned and Old and New

I've touched the flame of chaos
in the hollow chest
of a dying man,
a fire of rage,
a pulsating organ,
lambent in the heartless dark.

I peel the skin,
black,
my new flesh passionless
and unfamiliar;
I heat the cold dreams,
of my dead mind
(hostile and blind)
and cauterize the lesions,
of premeditated punishment.

Wildly,
bursts the sea of flames;
a catalyst
my aching body,
screaming animus,
and the new virgin sun
rises from the hole in my chest.

I spread the incineration;
a disease of violence,
holocaust across the skeletal frame
of my sleeping mind.

Vehemently I shine,
and the black sky is warm;
graciously, benign,
the cancer of darkness,
I shine,
and the white sky is warm.