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Hot on the Trail of Light. 

Burning alive. Spare
me the lies: you started
the fire and fed
it till it was but an obese
child, consuming

everything, weighing
down. Burning swift
and bight.

Quicker you go, sooner
the destination is reached,
at least as far
as you are concerned. 

In prophetic dreams,
you dance in ash.

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