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The end,

seconds from
the spark,
the start,
the stark

realisation,
as we turn to
the other and

say,

isn’t this where
we began?

thank God this is
where we began.

Answers

Go back to the place
you first sparked.

To the second your soul
bubbled through your skin -
your heart twisting
at a look, a voice that made
wonder
and hope
more than words.

Desecration
now rides the night
with long black claws
but these things are not dead.

This darkness isn’t all that ever was
or even all that’s here.

You are the spark.

You want to fix this?

Ignite.