Ashes

Rarely do we revel in rubble

or frolic through remains of thorough destruction.

But there is something level

about being leveled. And reduced to nothing but

ash.

Something so cleansing about being 

burned to the core. 

Ashes birthed from kindled chaos

are transformed from bright hot color

to a quiet peaceful gray.

The seduction of a beautiful fire

leaves little room for admiration of its bland casualties.

Or acknowledgment of their incredible importance

in the cycle of sterile rebirth and

hope. 

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