you stood
a mighty tower
standing strong
even as they poured the gasoline
in scalding circles
around you feet
they lit a match
a single young flame
and it met its march
in the gasoline
the flame licked it up
growing stronger and brighter
drawing a circle of flames around you
you stayed however
a tower unbreakable
in the midst of the fire
it burned
oh how it burned—
the poets still speak of it
to those day
but you still stood unmovable
the fire reached you now
lapping at your clothes and skin
until it seemed to burn you to a crisp
but you are still there—unmovable
you move in the fire
and dance in its light
and let the world know
that you will never be
fully engulfed by life's flames
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Poetrythe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
