Un-fetter

There’s a gnawing pain 

That dances in cinders 

Whirling in chains 

The dance of the fire 

To the blood drum 
An ember unchained 

Inching its way to the mouth of the furnace 

Soot 

Smoke 

Tar 

Does it make its way out? 

That is not for me to say.

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