11.30.2002 12:00 am
bonfire

watching the burning embers fall away towards darkness

lit by an internal fire

like ingots of gold or bronze

like me

except i shan't fade

the fuel for my fire is the air i breathe

not the wood i reside in

heaping the days of the future

like cords of split dry wood

"check that pile of kindling, man

that shit'll burn like a sonofa bitch."

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