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Apr 2016
I conspire with ancestors
make a fire of wood
within the dancing flames
I dance with the ancestors
we feel the heat
and share the light
a flame borrowed from the Sun
to dispel the darkness
and we become one
on nights like these
a black sky filled with burning fires
lit down through millennia
from the before of all stars.
Written by
nivek
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