it's what we do with these violent days
our passions we carry torch weapon blaze pilot fight for us give guidance that renders us Phoenix or dead duck. the alchemy of corporeal combustion, the spirit of the air sustaining our parachute lungs can either fan the flame or extinguish all experience in a gust. it's up to us, stars and ashes and you and i are all the same, what thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross. if we see ashes only at the end of each candle's calendar we will not live bright lives for burning is Being an evanescing glow refining and reducing to rarefy for flight only in the using up do lesser shadow selves die in the presence of the dross-less bird of ever brand-new light -Lindy Bohlmann (5-16-2012)
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