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.


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.



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