Beneath the heavy soils
resting in the deep
Lies the ancient ember
of a spirit wrapped in sleep.
Precious adoration
a fire burning white
A becoming, unrelenting
a fury in the night.
Basking in our sentience
we grasp for that enchantment
to capture in exquisite breath
still essence of contentment.


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