rings of fire

your questions are not words
searching for light,
they are embers that fly
out of the burning thoughts
in your mind,
that I collect and pile,
wondering how they will fare
over time -

will they grow cold
and become ashes
of a quenched fire?
or will they stay
warm and close
to the sap
distilled over lifetimes,
burning and creating
new fires
where they land?
or will they explode
into the silence
of a dark night,
every creation
trembling
in the skin of this breath,
of these rings of fire
without a name?