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A spark

a million volts

for a split second

If the spark lands just right

it kindles a tiny flame

Hot but flickering

Should you gentle cradle this flame

unafraid of being burned

It will resist when it would be doused

If you feed this flame

it will grow explosively into a fire

A conflagration that consumes and ignites

Should you survive the fire as it dies

you will be left with smouldering embers

Quieter and less ostentatious than the heartbeat spark, the jittering flame, the rumbling fire

Discreetly white hot

a star core pouring lightness into the world