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By emission, we survive. 

By emission, we die.

In lakes we reflect colors of fire. 

The fairies know of us.






Woods silence scares us not. 

neither makes us anxious. 

We live only by act of oxidation, 

when we reveal our true selves. 





Tittering sporadically with no pre-assembled order. 

Synchronized chaos at dusk.

Unison until dawn.  






Music of lights in the woods.

Tranquility of beats.



How does fire fly?


And with grace.




Come lie down with me:

We will fly along the peeling bark tree and rest above the light

Of thousands that live in our temperate forest;


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