it bubbles out of me like
a brook by a fawn in the forest
spilling over the hedges
flurrying, bouncing off the rocks
and sweeping down the
waterways, wildly flailing.
Exultant, spreading
through my being,
a wildfire heat,
searing the tips
of my dried reeds,
blackening them, of them,
building a fertile ground for
the trees to come
I am aware of the fleeting nature of flame,
how the light burns out.
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