Feu de Joie

Sometimes love gets cast

as a recurring revenge play

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When over its limit,

there suddenly overlaps —

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An arrival of its dead souls,

awakens a “death” trap.

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An explosion of hatred

so pure and sudden

that it lights up the sky

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No need to forget

nor ever forgive

nor let it defeat —

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But to remember

how hatred consumed the child

with a wild determination to live.

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Dont pretend indifference ?

interminably fall back

into a delicate silence ?

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When love (as a quest to live)

careens with a thunderbolt,

its not there to be tamed —

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But a pure restless freedom

flying straight out of Spain ?

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To free a winged demon

from its love for the flame.

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