Flames and Their Smoke

Its obscurity is infuriating.

Like a wisp of black smoke,

It dances and leaps,

Fingertips clutch and grab,

Just out of reach.

.

Its fire surrounds us.

The flames lick at flesh,

Ravaging and biting,

Darkness helps feign acceptance,

But we still go out fighting.

.

It gives an answer laced to two questions.

We search and seek,

Peering through soot and ember,

But the dirt only blinds us,

We beg to surrender.

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In seemingly random motions the blaze whips through the air,

Taunting and flaunting,

As ash drives us away into the dark,

Like every man before us.

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But not before we take a step,

And take a look,

And gift our visions to the next man.

The End

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