Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Davey, as fire as a way of being

In the mortal world, I am stained by you.

Pristine and cacophonous like fire,
I cannot touch you, breathe you, consume you.
But you will never let me forget

you exist.

In our world, I am free.
Light attracts light.
I am your equal. You are my skin.
"More." "More."
More light, more Truth,
more me.

More you.

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