Inflammable

the mind
is a tissue,
bring it close to the tongue,
and watch how slowly it will burn
to ash.

nothing
burns with no light.
fire has its mother
become ice and find her trouble
then see.

The flame
lives in us all.
It can light up the world
for the days it gets cold like this,
just shine.

Ruddapoet

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