A Fibbonacci informed Chiasm.
Ash
Flares black
Smokes thick,
Churns upward-twisting,
A scorched cathedral’s spine unspooling blaze.
Cinders gnash the air, soot-clawed, wind-lashed,
Choking the dusk in charred-lung whispers,
A sky of splintered ribs heaving cindered vapor.
Firespawned shadows lurch, long-legged wraiths,
Dancing in razored orange spirals, gnawing ruin.
The wind keens hunger, devours walls, swallows beams whole,
Gutters, gasps, shudders-collapses into hollowed ash.
Fingers of soot clutch the sky, quivering,
Their grip loosens, their edges fray.
Smoke curls, falters
Winds gnaw,
Ash drifts,
Falls mute.
Cold.
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