Oh fire. Why not breathe power and flame down past me? Why don’t you eat me whole? For it is Wednesday and my fire walker has seen coals of majestic fire, of soot and embers.
My child, speaks fire. My cinder and destruction of dominant fire, of murderous dreams and Venus songs maternal. Be of cloud and silent spring, of storm and sky. Be
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