There is freedom in fire
dancing spinning
wild abandon
cleansing, pure
Burning away the blight of filth and dross
Lighter than air
the ashes fly high
to the stars
beyond our grasp
Released from Terrestrial Restraint
There is freedom in fire
eating feeding
voracious hunger
clearing paths
Tearing out Thickets of Obstruction
Crumbling to dust
we step over
onto highways
previously denied
Unrooted we tumble, stumble then we run
There is freedom in fire
R.P.
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