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how to bank a fire in the summertime

How to call this thing –
this thought,
this feeling.
An abyss,
it was before
and now full,
filled with brightness.

But a cautious glimmer,
a tentative shine,
a shy sparkle,
in the dark.

Can you see it?

I am alight,
a cautious flame licking the air.

Can you feel it?

It wants to roar and burn,
flare up,
crash down,
devour the coals –
until nothing
but the embers,
huddled and gleaming,
pulse and glow,
with satiated delight.

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