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Written by Maryjean Zarick
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Saturday, 20 January 2007 |
As the firewalker
you dance over glowing embers,
untouched by the heat,
adding more coals, when (over time)
the embers begin to cool.
Is it skill or experience that allows you to know
that, to avoid destruction,
each encounter must be brief?
As the embers
I burn with desire,
longing to consume you,
too foolish (too self-absorbed)
to realize that, consuming the firewalker
will cause the dance to cease.
Oh, continue to dance, my firewalker,
and continue to heap on new coals!
mjz
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Last Updated ( Friday, 07 September 2007 )
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