Theirs was the story of fire,
day by day, that inexplicable light
descending in long dramatic arcs--
trajectories of gold--
while night by night
their flickering hearths
flashed forth in characters of flame
a nimble pantomime.
What teller maker singer builder
filled the sprawling stage of space
with these blazing soliloquies,
His combustible voice
booming from the shadowy balcony--
singing His story home.
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nice one.
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