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Rise
I was a lantern then
barely any light at all
not yet knowing
how to use my lungs
afraid of my own fire.
Simmer down,
he said
until
eventually
I was just smoke
moving up
past windows
above rooftops
learning the curve
of the moon
the constitution
of trees
in the quietest
hours of night
these things showed me
how to live.
Until one morning
brimming with sky
and stars
I came back
to my lantern life
and my light was so large
it would not fit.
My fire so bright
it burned our whole house
down.
Simmer down!
Simmer down!
he cried.
I cannot.
I never will
said my
eyes.
Until his words
were only ashes
swept clean
into a small corner
not fit for fire.
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