Anxiety 1: 爥, a poem.

Originally posted on 360 by bike:
爥 A wildfire carried by wind, Consuming life before realization, so alive that rain-soaked moss withers and lights, Whips across miles, Like dust in a gentle breeze For the orbital lens ? ? An ember rests deep in the ashes Ripples its old light out in darkness The bond tears, the grain cracks…

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