To play a game,
With the dancing flame,
Is a dangerous move,
As history proves.

You must keep it lit,
and also control it.
Keep it small,
and don't let it fall.

If you lose you will burn,
and your loved ones will mourn.
If you win you will gain,
but not without pain.
Fire is a tool,
and consumes the fool.

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The incidents of love
Are more than its Events—
Investment’s best Expositor
Is the minute Per Cents—

The long beautiful night of the wind and rain in April,
The long night hanging down from the drooping branches of the top of a birch tree,
Swinging, swaying, to the wind for a partner, to the rain for a partner.
What is the humming, swishing thing they sing in the morning now?
The rain, the wind, the swishing whispers of the long slim curve so little and so dark on the western morning sky ... these dancing girls here on an April early morning ...
They have had a long cool beautiful night of it with their partners learning this year's song of April.

On my way I see
A pin-***** perimeter
For infinity

why the mind dreams is a mystery
but all life falls under that heading