Momentary Fireflies

He advances
across the mind
like a raging
with winds
that whip behind
ever pushing
this inferno
and I watch
and overtaken
as the
branches burn
at the synapses,
and the sparks
fly like momentary
fireflies lit
in the heat
of an evening
until turning
to ash
that blows
across the skies
like falling snow
across the ground
smoldering, where
all is smoldering,
as this fire
consumes me.

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