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Albion
Oh don’t we all
love the fire?
Tell me why, oh why is it so?
We love to watch
it’s ethereal dance.
Like it,
our faces aglow.
We shine
when in its presence.
Its warmth can blanket our souls.
Swaying
as though hypnotized,
As it flickers,
Yes, as it rolls.
Contented smile
without a thought,
A gift we can’t turn away.
One giant orb of it
lives in our sky,
Ever turning a night
into day.
Oh don’t we all
love the fire?
It’s destruction we refuse to remember.
We long the specter
of its brilliant flames
And quickly forget
of the embers.
We didn’t arise
from the fires dance.
I’m told we arose from the sea.
A yin,
A yang,
A love affair …
The fire, you and me.
All of us
have felt its pain
And we’ve seen it burn terrible holes.
Mysterious …
Wondrous …
We love the fire …
As long as it’s in our control!
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