Fire blue rakes itself over its coals
White hot to ash as the inner water balloon pops
Sure, there is fuel
Yes, oxygen's necessary
But a pungent source of decay
Is the self-made demon
Pulling itself up by the bootstraps
Crawling across the ladders of the soul
To wreak havoc on the I-infrastructure
Roads crumble
Bridges fall
Water pipes spout tears
What the central awareness system misses
Will corrode, compound damage
Weakening, making susceptible
To ravages otherwise irrelevant
Flash light on the cracks
Strobe fissures into solidity
Knowing makes the fix
Responses self-organize
Roman Ryan 