Momentary you are present amidst the flood of other. But a speck bound with the most immense power, you drift, seeking a home among the landscape.

With the current of smoke and ash you are guided by leaf, by blade of grass, by twig, warmth emanating from your source.

Collision deterred by a draft.

Your peaceful linger is abandoned when you land gently on a leaf, its body dry from the thirst it bear for moons before your arrival.

Brilliant glow, and births a thousand new embers that take flight and disperse, among the flood of other.

              – Lou


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