Stray embers from a fire
tumbled in a path
strangely burning in control
and cleared the way.
How the hell did that happen?
I can't really say.
A random thing
with purpose,
chaos with precision?
Or am I reinterpreting
my own few decisions?
But I know why
they were made;
a glancing spark
fell in the dark.
I burned, then I rose.
That's all there was to it,
I suppose.
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