we are the fire
we are the breath
of a thing
beyond the thing
that burns within
our fragile skins
we are the sound
we are the voice
of piercing words
of prophecy
that mistakes this
for a world amiss
we are the hole
we are the way
a beacon in the dark
the purifying heat
a fury, a power
a nihilistic coward
we are the breath
those that live
in and out
in and out
the never-fading fire
the unquenched desire
we are the things
we’ve been so concerned with
per serving
perversing
we are the breath
we are the fire
Jason Preu 
Beautiful
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I appreciate you taking time to read and comment, Ambika.
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Enjoyed this, JPP. In the last stanza, 3rd line, did you mean “preserving” or “persevering”? Either way, love the way it ends.
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Ha! Neither! There is supposed to be a space: “per serving perversing” and the latter isn’t even a real world which probably conflates the issue even more! Thanks for comment, Sunra. Always appreciate yer eyes.
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Well, that’s pleasantly mind-boggling! You’re welcome 🙂
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