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The Night Of The Fire

On the night of the fire,
My eyes swallowing night sky,
Skin upon wetted grasses of emerald,
In silence so perfect,
In silence so perfect,
 
Birds lullaby, sing sweet thing,
Baby birds rest, whole family in the nest...
 
A crack! In the distance,
Orange blurs, whisps of ash,
My head, resting like the dead,
In spaces occupied by no traveler,
Floating and feeling and seeing,
Breathing, floating, drifting,
 
I am on the edge of the universe,
I am the one who tip-toes the line,
 
A snap! In the distance...
 
My endless dreams of surreal landscapes,
Of shattered thrones and broken bones,
Of people talking into phones, unconnected,
Of people living through their souls,
Dissected, resurrected, and finally, perfected,
All desert me,
I turn to face 50 foot flames,
Of such innocent and passionate colors,
Friction had created the ultimate rainbow,
And delivered it unto me,
 
I stood my ground,
The fire continued its charge;
Swirling and fractal scopes of flames,
All consuming and desirable,
Brown and green tress exploding,
Herds of deer on fire headed nowhere,
Bushels and grass dancing with flames,
All these upon me,
All these upon me,
But before the kiss of flame could reach me,
 
Breath.
 
There we stood, on the night of the fire,
 
It spoke first.
I reciprocated.
It went on like that,
How it usually does,
When palaver takes place,
When two forces meet,
And barely collide,
Peace but on a subatomic level,
Peace but on a subatomic level,
 
The night sky, it breathed deep the air,
Breathed deep the barrier between,
Smoke, billowing colossally,
And air, clearest, just in the other side,
 
The sky silent.
 
“Hello, what’s your name?”
Just a bright yellow flame.
“What do you plan to do here?
Bright yellow with deepening orange,
” Ah, burn."
Just a bright yellow flame.
“Destruction?”
Bright yellow flame.
“Ah. Well you could kill me or you could let us all live.
You ultimately have two choices:
To die on your knees or to die standing,
I’ve enjoyed my night so far,
And you won’t stop that,
To be free of fear is to realize anything is possible,
So do as you will but you’ll burn out,
For you are temporary,
All evil is,
And I’ll be remembered as life,
To be celebrated!
Go on,
Try it...”
 
The night passed and the fire didn’t move,
 
On the night of the fire, I faced death,
And in turn, death faced me,
I cannot remember if I am dead or not,
But I know that if I am dead I am me,
And if the human spirit can endure,
Even until death it will breathe true,
Turning the impossible possible...

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