Fanning the Flames

The sky is ablaze.   Waves of dirty yellows wash over the ground, as crimson smoke licks barren clouds that loiter jeeringly overhead.   Fuel litters the floor, its perilous potential scattered absently across the detritus; the cost of its appearance obscured by the multitude of our transactions.   Silhouettes …

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There’s a Storm Coming

The sun-bleached earth bursts into flame, As lightning forks across the sky; A stolen gift for us to try, A burning life that we could tame.   But once we gave this gift a name, We blinked the impacts from our eye; The sun-bleached earth bursts into flame, As lightning …

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