do you attempt to put
out the fire that exists
only in your imagination
or do you fan it until
it bursts and consumes you,
or do you wait until
all the light you know
emanates from one distant
flame, carving heat and
incandescence in your eyes
until you remember nothing
save the dance of ember,
the prancing, scorching
fragment of you widowed by air.
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