A box of matches and gasoline

//A box of matches and gasoline

A box of matches and gasoline

Fire raining down from the sun curling up in carbon, climbing the pyramid of consumption, in a crouching state in every cell. Potential energy. Every atom waiting to burst when ignited and returned to light and fire. We are the stored flame of the sun bound in stardust waiting to explode.

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