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Fire in the mind
There is a fire in the mind that burns the edges of the soul, the heart, hands, tongue. It kindles particles of indignation that would be dormant or ignored, but ignited, rise swiftly and cry out for action! Neglect, injustice, power abused by the power inebriated or by the indifferent heart. It is the fire in the mind we cannot extinguish that gives the world a chance. Will Summer come? Will summer come? Winter now holds captive bushes, trees, jewels beneath the ground impatient to leap into springlight; Spirits stilled by the whip of wind and winter's heedlessness are silent, somnolent, reluctant to move into a warmer season's illumination; Desolation will not disappear in the charm of summer whose stark brightness invades all mourning corners, exposing crouching sadness that seeks isolation in every season. June 1, 2001
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