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The Bonfire Burns
A single key
turns the lock
of the door
you’ve been
pushing against
for all
the life in you it takes,
the door like Life breaks
into a million pieces,
and there at your feet
like irretrievable moments scattered,
you try to avoid the splinters,
but you gather them up instead,
each splinter a word lit, now
the bonfire burns
inside the inferno
the life renewed, borne again
wakes, it walks on water,
just,
as it walks through flames,
there the compass
draws you home,
like a magnet
calls the key
Candide Diderot. ‘24
key.
compass.
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Candide Diderot
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