Inevitably the rising regime paves the
death of fireflies
giving way. Lights leave
in no slow fade. Buried under intense orange kill light diffusing through clarity’s battle
with pro-aggression. Complexity might be winning…
The sky is peach
and charred with white.
Liquid kisses the atmosphere against the
death of fireflies.
Pools roam and collect, remembering fullness before they could fly.
But they heard the clouds are heaven
instead of the last wall between
elements balancing for protection against this
death of fireflies