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Watch them dance and gush around my fingers.

There’s an old legend told about candles,

That if you blow one out, you get a wish.

I take a deep breath and blow them all out,

Fragile flames gone, and I don’t make a wish.

The high hits me and I’m made of glowing.

I can feel the light coursing through my veins.

The candles are no more than little stumps,

Mostly burned away and looking ancient.

I run my hand through the small, orange flames,

And I feel like the only living soul

Here, like I’ve come to the Garden of Phos.

Some of them are definitely dying

Or dead. I step across breathless bodies,

Some with wrists slit, some just wasted away,

And a few hanging by rope from the trees

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Dante is in awe of the sky, the sun.

I am humbled by his humility.

He takes my hand, helps me over a fence,

And I’m wishing I knew what it was like

To feel anything except hot anger

Or this endless, freezing cold hollowness.

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Because people live out their lives content,

While the city around them gets darker.

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What you’re saying is that our ancestors

Travelled seemingly endless distances

By, effectively, turning into light?’

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Fire is the destroyer, the great absence
It devours, turns brightness into blackness