barks forard flames, raves wi its fire,
an doubles burning heat o’ sun.
Torches earth an shoots its rays,
earth looks forard to holocaust,
tastes its endin’, watta lapped up,
green drained from leaves an grass.
scorching heat too great to wi’stand,
an poorly sick an dyin’ on its own making,
frettin’ in its cremation oven: heat scattered ‘mong star shapes,
and all brought to stop by Clever’ torch single blazin’ ember
‘mong other embers
lobbed inta neet sky
from massive fire at start on it all.
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