Scintillating fire, a web of man, promise.
Fire is man made, created by the abuse of nature, a discovery flighting to evil.
The bombs are distant, the fireflies rain down, the children are gone.
A sonder feeling, a somber feeling.
Streetlights are the stars we have replaced.
Man is the ruler, natural light a discarded litter.
There’s no soul, but in a warm orange, an apricot tang that ...
