fire in formless

  • Oct. 16, 2017, 12:53 p.m.
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I went to the mountains to escape
and for a moment, there it was,
a breath of fresh air

and then the smoke settled around us
lungs seizing, wheezing and cloudy

and that beauty we had sought
pure and clear and alive
became brown, lost in an ominous fog

In an instant
all that we know could become ashes


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