It's like fireworks in my head;
the popping bright light of memory,
exploding to a million technicolor sparks,
scattering across the back of my eyes.
Beautiful tragic dangerous fire
that you cannot help but gaze
until you lose sight of anything
else in the world.
Skin erupts to flames.
Body crumbles to the floor; ash.
Spirit breathes in the smoke
and lives forever dancing in the fire.
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