Here the moon glows like coals

high above the spiral sparks

and teasing warm of ember gems

buried at the bottom of the flame.

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It makes us deep, contemplative

or just flushed and slap-happy

and sometimes gives us both at once

so we sit round and, eager, tell our tales

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Things that are, things that were

and some things…we simply argue over

misplaced modifiers and

the timeline of events we thought we knew

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And as our memories ascend

along with red dot sparks

they leave behind, the sear and streak

of newer stories where the old had been.