But not lost.
Shrouded by charred community
Hope is:
My incognizant-shattering radiance
My beacon-emitting resolve
My forever-cyclical return
My fog-dissolving brightness that:
Shreds the tendrils of conformity
Adds embers to an otherwise smokeless pile
Vibrates those once trembling with goodness
Until the shaking is enough catalyst for…
Combustion
A world on fire with Eternal fuel
A natural High by unnatural smile
Gleam so Divine
It blinds over time
Until it is only the charred community that is
forgotten
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