Hellward Burning – a poem

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.

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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.

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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.

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