In the center of the fire
is red
a nucleus of the flame
a lifeform all its own
And the ripe apple
and the toy engine
and the toenail paint
and that part of the pupil where one sees the soul
and the stained-glass window
and the Native American
and the Fender bass
but most of all
the love that cannot be captured, caged or killed.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
In the center of the fire
is red
a nucleus of the flame
a lifeform all its own
And the ripe apple
and the toy engine
and the toenail paint
and that part of the pupil where one sees the soul
and the stained-glass window
and the Native American
and the Fender bass
but most of all
the love that cannot be captured, caged or killed.
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