Spiritual significance clung like a cloying stench,
Daylight to Nimbus to daylight
Beauty revealed in a burn heap
Sirens signaling the signal can yet be signaled
Cosmic Tragedy takes a back seat
The sun shines, the dog sniffs about,
Leaves crumble under feet.
Is it any less real since the fire came from a bottle?
Functionally it is the same.
As authentic as my meat computer can get…