90.

An idea comes as a spark,

Little more.

It needs nurturing

To be what it can be,

A flame into a fire.

And when it catches,

Ignites,

It can be impossible to put out.

And that idea burns through you

Until it consumes everything,

And becomes everything,

And then…

It is extinguished,

As it starts anew

In somebody else’s eye.

Another spark,

To be watched away,

Or gathered in and stoked

To burn a beautiful chaos once more.

When this kind of fire starts,

It burns on forever.

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