A Fire Is Rising
To Beckon The Light Of Day
A fire is rising;
Rising up from the darkness of illimitable inquisition.
Stimulations imbibed,
drawn,
enacted,
wash away the stone.
The conjunction of elements stir the soil,
Beckoning growth;
Burgeoning momentum.
A fire is rising;
The fire of the unknown.
The fire of plotted ink.
The fire of the will to think.
The fire to negate the brink.
The fire sought to make our own.
The fire sought to make our home.
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Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man
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