I caught a heat wave in my soul
and watched it spread throughout my bones.
It began blazing wild, but in control,
harnessed by nose-in-tomes.
Soon, I spit fire from my lips,
hoping to set my world ablaze.
Clinching fists & tightening grips,
many held a deficit in their gaze.
I wanted the world to fall in line,
but that’s not the way revolutions occur.
Only sturdy bodies have strength-in-spine
to dance with fire and outlast winter.
‘Cause revolutions maintain trajectories,
spinning circles around flaming spheres
forcing each season’s retreat & parry
into the supernova years.
The endeavor of harnessing your Sol
is daring, and it is bold,
especially if you can keep on track
and never catch the cold.

Damn! So powerful.
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