Nudge thy light
Even if the fire
Burns me down.
Herald thy beginning
In thy golden touch.
Bygone were the days
Embarrassed I squirmed
Wriggling in pain.
Many a thunder cracked
Behind the dark doom.
Plenty of penalty
Gained I in the living.
Thee caught the culprit
Bounded by life.
What stroke of faith
Written in thought
And memory volatile
An instant cried joy
An end oozed silence
Even if the fire
Burns me down.
Herald thy beginning
In thy golden touch.
Bygone were the days
Embarrassed I squirmed
Wriggling in pain.
Many a thunder cracked
Behind the dark doom.
Plenty of penalty
Gained I in the living.
Thee caught the culprit
Bounded by life.
What stroke of faith
Written in thought
And memory volatile
An instant cried joy
An end oozed silence
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