Soon comes fire,
Sparked from my own hands.
This center cannot hold and the ship is lost.
All I know will be consumed in the roar and heat.
I will run from the trees, pursued by fire and flame
As my world burns and my tongue turns black from the ash.
The rivers all run dark with debris, buildings, and dead trees.
No larger a dark night of the soul but a night that must be survived,
With fear and doubt and loss and mistakes billowing with the flames.
If this is not the end then it must be close.
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