what a bright idea I had.
just as bright as a wooden lantern.
no need for fuel.
the fires are starting up again
the incense starts to burn
and I am beginning to boil
the wall has crumbled.
some might say it was arson
the fire has extinguished the blockades
burning all the while
it is a bright evening
there is warmth in the destruction
of that which prevented growth
no one could be injured
no one need be afraid
some might say it doesn't happen
but one day I felt it
the bright light inside the soul
spilling through the fingers
emptying in the flames.
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