I stick the stick in the fire
And watch the tip grow red,
Its glow illuminating the night
As I lift it before me
Too hot to last long
Always wilting when expended,
Dropping ash at my feet
Until I stick the tip in the fire again.
I can never resist,
Always knowing the outcome,
Always searing hot turning cool
And flaking away into the nigh air,
Always worth it for that first glow,
Even when I burn my fingers
And something deeper inside,
Always knowing I will always
Stick my stick in this fire,
Needing the heat to know I’m still alive.
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