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World on Fire


Fire looming and smoke pluming and all Isee is beauty

Through metal eyes that cannot cry and I make myself a stone

Skipped across the creek sunk in its bed, too weak

To douse, and the wind picks up and all these

Four at war and is the ether either hearing or heeding?

We have ourselves.

We have each other.

Our world needs, our world weeps, and we let our power lie.

How long before we rise?

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