by James Beattie
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| Midsummer bonfire (source: Wikipedia) |
It begins as heat,
locked
Away in the very
bond of being.
Potential, naked to
the eye
Yet daunting in its
nature.
Stored in the fuel,
Conceived in
chemicals.
With kindling it
grows,
Nurtured yet
vulnerable.
Both impossible to
create
But unstoppable
once freed.
It consumes its
surroundings,
Taking all that is
fed to it.
Developed it emits
energy,
Radiating its
evolutionary glory.
Accelerating and
accentuating
As it effects
become known.
Ever growing
stronger in
The haze of its
best existence.
Eternal in the
ideal world,
Self-sustained in
the right conditions.
However, this fire
is not so.
Its realities left
to fester
As bright flame
becomes forgotten ember.
Only the ash and
smoke remain.
Flecks of grey
floating to the world beyond.
Filling lungs
with pungent stench.
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