Eclectic Fires I have known

A draft of a little poem idea I had recently:

Eclectic Fires I Have Known.

An eclectic fire is a conflagration that shows no discrimination in its destruction. it has no compunction or reservation over what material gets eaten. Devouring with vibrant multi-hues, warmth beyond warmth, the unbearable heat of appreciation through consumption. All becomes a black reduction. Pitted, warped and shrunken. A cruel abstraction is its vile bi-production. A tasteless art of no distinction. And yet this is pure and natural creation. Think on that next time you see some art that you despise.

Fire may not improve it's visage