How red the Fire rocks below --
How insecure the sod
Did I disclose
Would populate with awe my solitude.
How red the Fire rocks below --
How insecure the sod
Did I disclose
Would populate with awe my solitude.
Let us deport -- with skill --
Let us discourse -- with care --
Powder exists in Charcoal --
Before it exists in Fire.
He forgot -- and I -- remembered --
'Twas an everyday affair --
Long ago as Christ and Peter --
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
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