And once this spark met kindling,
Forgets its gentle ambling,
Becoming heat, becoming steam,
Becoming luminescent glee,
Atoms splinter, sparkling,
Alive and nimble symmetry,
And all along, this glistening,
Blankets we and everything,
Shadows dance triumphantly,
A wordless whisper sighs and pleas,
Little deaths envelope thee,
You and I and a flame make three.
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