My heart, my soul and my mind and my fingers are on fire. Fire to burn a passion unlike any other as it wraps me around in its scalding flames I find myself not burning in pain but in desire to know and feel what it takes to be inspired by my hunger of what people say is desire. As the fires subside I find the remains of what seems the remorseless winter embracing me close to her arms because she keeps me in the warmest stages of my life as I hold her longer to me. As I am grounded she tosses me out into the tempest no bars to hold on I am wracked by the furies and the sounds that I am listening to because their significance has given me an effort like no other. It has ridden me in my mind that I will not stop it. As I sleep through the night and the day of my life become old I still feel young in the heart of the night sky. I sleep not because of the earliness to wake up but I know I must wake up to it. As these are the means to write these are the means to experience a feel unlike no other because it is a sign that helps me inspire like no other...as it is the heart of a poet to speak up of what the soul is telling me to share on the world's behalf as the mind of my body will never die but inspire on years I will write out till my heart outs itself and claims a sleep like no other...death.
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