fire in formless
- Oct. 16, 2017, 10:53 a.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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