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I am born from fire. From the combustion of all things flammable
I am a thing of heat, soot and ash.
I represent many things, a portent or warning, a signal or metaphor for hidden truths
My existence
occurs on various scales
From the puff of a cigarette and the rising trail from a cosy log fire, to the terrifying signs of a building ablaze or an approaching wild inferno
In the open I disperse and rise, swirl and dance
Rising above whatever cleansing apocalypse is happening below
Only warmer air or wind will check my ascent or direction
In enclosed spaces I will choke you
Yet you use me to communicate. To flavour, brown, cook and preserve your meat and fish.
In autumn I will rise from your bonfires to consume summer's waste, transporting nature's perished matter to the heavens
Wind and rain may disperse me, but not until the flames are dowsed shall I cease to be.
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