JulyPoWriMo 26

They say story is what makes us human
Though we do not know who they really are
Because the fire around which they told them
Burned a little too brightly blinding us
We started thinking the fire was story
When crackles only made us miss a word
We could make up if we knew the context
The larger fire burning outside the frame
A hurricane may knock down all the walls
Keep one side of story from another
A crowd dispersed by sprays of weak power
Will go home to kiss their children asleep
The walls around our house will soon burn down
Tell the story so what is lost is found