An untitled poem

How many fires must i set before everything is illuminated? How do i reveal anything, even the secret lives of angels? How can i contain the ardor and the energy of life in the words i find along the way? At some point the effort to expose will burn me down and out. And my ashes will be a final testament to how you repair creation by refusing to stay still.

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