I feel the radiance from the flickering crackles.
As I sit mesmerized by the wispy-glowing dance before me.
Ethereal fingers consuming solid form.
In time, a dull inviting glow.
With intermittent pulsating tones.
Like heartbeats, laced with feathery ashen remnants.
Starting in glutinous consumption.
And ending in smoldering, rumination,
Till all is consumed;
Returning the host back to what gave it birth.
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