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The fire lit.
The drown of elements and dreaming
trees that bow and bend
in the rush and storm
that drenches angels-dowses the weak,
but feeds the flame that was started
here
the gust that guards this temple of truth
that none may enter
save shall
she say
may
save
she
she is the dancer
that moves
that drums
that finds the beat that beats ever
and
ever
the flame dancer -with eyes that see
and ears that hear
the rush
the pulse
the primitive planet
when cars rush by a lonesome girl
in an empty field
Copyright 1999 Julianne Libbey
Faery Tales
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