growing,
enveloping disaster, the creator, the destroyer. life, and death after. it’s always glowing, searching, for a spark. to surge, to erupt, to burst. it all but leaves, the trail from behind, filled with wreckage, with loss, with love, unresigned. for a moment, it hesitates, with selection. the decision it must make, is one with the fate, of others, in hand. yet it was always made, since its conception, it chooses a path, without love, or direction.
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