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The wind tends to blow east to west,
The waters flow from north to south,
This is all the knowledge that we know,
Yet it is the fire that spreads from east to west, north to south,
Knowledge won't save our ******* lives from this disaster,
For we started the fire
We are the Fire
and as the saying goes
Fight Fire with Fire
Or ...
Some times I stop to write,
There is never a reason for it,
I just stop and write,
I try not to follow any parameters,
See what I did there?
As I lay in bed
the light bending around my fingers
grasping for it,
it escapes flowing onto my arm
It is only a lamp
But the light can still not be held
it is free, but
once the power is gone
Who holds the light?

-Poe (Kyle Baker)
It's what binds me
Fills the empty holes
It cries, learns, flirts
the Hole in me
Does none of those
There is no light
There is no dark
I can't reach in
Nothing comes out, except
Covering it is hard
Filling it is impossible
Because it's a hole
The hole I bear
That's just it
It's my Hole
A wonderful hole
None can compete
So exciting
So powerful
So scary
I
Found
IT

— The End —