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When We Found Fire
By Phalanx
You called to conquer.
Stomp as much as you dare.
I like you loud.
I need a promise that your heart makes.
The kind our minds foolishly crave to enforce.
Steel, heeding fire and becoming a weapon.
Promise me...
That you won't stop what you are.
There is no shame here, where skulls cool
On shelves after the furnace took
It's six pounds of flesh.
Nothing in this chaotic world makes more sense
Than the uncertainty of blood and fire.
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Copyright 2016 Phalanx
Published on Monday, January 25, 2016.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
For a friend.Comments on "When We Found Fire"
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On Tuesday, January 26, 2016, Lux
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wrote:
I choked up at this. But fire is too delicious a thing not to feel. And if it please, will remain lit for however long needed.
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On Monday, January 25, 2016, Drea
(1443) wrote:
"Stomp as much as you dare. I like you loud." I don't know why those two lines shook me, but they did. This was really good. I really enjoyed it.
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