Moonlight bounces off a fire
In a way that binds.
Trapped in a trance of bright
Ideas dance around like licks of fire
Sparks induce a burning passion
For what could be.
Like wax holding in a flame,
We melt.
One by one our bodies become fluid
Pain is no reality
For our nerves have been plucked
From our waving hands.
With time the wax burns off.
What’s left is the lone fire
Used and abandoned
Now in deep woods
In solitude
Left to burn off to the dark
It’s oxygen depleting
And finally gone.
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