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May 2014
Nothing.
Just remaining cinders to spark again.
Thus, something.
I wouldn't want to waltz into temptation,
just to glimpse the worldly rendition:
of twinkling purple,
streaking into red lava flames,
igniting sky and land and life.
Repetition of wonder,
yet differented.
However, even with a pale radioactive glow,
still wonder
Even if man tries to destroy all life, it will start again, most likely in a new, unknown way.
Tim Bustin
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