The fuse first ignited, burns intensely, finally expires when it fires something more to bring forth, by explosion, a calamitous commotion. — FYI: My following prose is inspired — again — by a number of other poems.
Every other poems’ sentences’, final words, contributed to the creation here. Explosions so loud, I felt so darn proud, since there were no clouds in the sky.
At first very gently, walking amongst all so intently…