There was a madness within the fire.

A casting out of angry ashes, competing

madly with explosive sparks, rising rapidly

until absorbed into darkness.

I sit closer to the flames as the heat drenches

my shirt; my back remains cold.

The crackling logs sound like fireworks,

transporting my thoughts to July 4th watching

plumes, stars and electric circles overhead.

The smoke twists upward, moving quickly

from earths bond, defying gravity, sharply

curving, following the sparks and then



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