The light rises.

Though clouds of smoke plume with chalky darkness billowing from the corner of the room inciting terror.

The light rises.

As soon as I am sure I will be consumed.

The light rises.

While the smoke shows weakness and error in how it presents creating light shadows that are penetrable.

The light rises.

The smoke though strong, dark and vengfull enraged with certain defeat it bears weakness.

The light rises.

I lay there no longer in fear for the light is rising from me. I see it come up out of me.

The light rises.

Unlike the smoke which plumes and fills space unevenly. The light resurrects itself free from shadow.

The light rises.

In a steady line the light faces the darkness.

I do not stay for the defeat. I watch without goal of victor. The victory was won. The light is me and…

The light rises.

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