sometimes there is a flash
an explosion
a consuming fire
heat of a thousand sacrifices
sometimes a spark ignites another and another
sometimes a slow ember grows into a warm ever-present heat
an orange glow cupped between worn marred hands
sometimes it looses its fuel and dies
darkness
i have been all and none
flame inside of me
orange and red and blue
white light
light my way
the world is watching
the world forgets
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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