Into the Light
Nimble Jack, jumping over the candle stick
Feared the flame, the burning lick
He knew nothing of passion
His life fashioned
On his skill of avoidance
The flicker of romance
Hidden by acrobatics
Going for the dramatic
All the while the flame
Flickered his name
Stand still
Use your will
I’ll give you sight
Look into the light.
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Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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