As I watch
It gives birth.
Violently budding.
Slowly
The offspring
Expands,
Glowing
With
Primeval heat
It’s umbilical
Life pulsating outward
Toward me.
I should stamp it out
But I can’t.
It is
Perfect.
Growing faster.
Bring life to the
Old carpet whose colours were
Warn and grey,
Now they are dancing with vibrant flames.
Smoke
Begins to spoil the view,
I cannot see its licentious licking,
Only the outer mantel,
Only an orange glow,
The lurid tongue hidden.
Glorious sun fares are blanketed in fog.
Disappointed that the show has lost it flare,
I stand up and throw my drink at it
Ending abruptly
A moment of poninate potency.
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