Downward burns the fuse of the world,
Paradigm known in that slow fizzing,
Pulses close together for soft, finite
Forms blended into the sparkly smoke.
A soreness in the bulb, sorcery found
With every spark and smoky issuance,
Force of energy in power designs live
Like wires flitting from place to place.
Violent is the crawl down to an end,
No other fate ahead bar destruction,
Or so it seems, that intersection across
Time found to drive passion unlimited.