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on that day when i was holy
fire touched the four horizons
it roared and wailed and gnashed its teeth
for the love of being
fire danced with childish glee
when i became holy
it breached the bounds of the sky
til out beyond the heliopause
its strange contortions inspired wonder
and the agony of love
and though it consumed no air nor fuel
all were breathless and still
and all there was was fire

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