• there is a feeling
• that is rebirthed in my chest periodically
• phoenixes are overdone, passe
• but how else can i describe it?

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• in my soul burns a blaze hotter than any bonfire
• and when it dims, is a little weaker, i retire
• back into a slump that is not me
• instead a hollow shadow, inanimate, not free

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• it is love
• that burns deep beneath my breast
• it is love
• that keeps life beating in my chest
• for women, queers
• my fellow man
• that blaze burning brighter and hotter and letting me live

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• protest jumpstarting my heart and kicking my soul into overdrive
• from a stagnant dead beat into an eager jive
• from a stalled out neutral into 5th gear and beyond
• a slight worry in the back of my brain that i’m manic

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• it makes more sense that i am free from constraint for once in this hellish world
• i am reminded instantly why life is worth fighting
• even a January this dark holds an ounce of light, reflecting off tomboyish hair
• god damn im so gay.

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• reborn from the ashes of home life i return
• into the streets of a burning city, aflame with the roaring fiery updrafts of change
• an april revolutionary, born anew
• and i worry for a hot second that an eager flame burns too quick for this life
• so many dead young
• will i be one?

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• a worry for the future
• the new world that we can build; when the city burns once more to the ground
• sherman’s wrath, returned
• from the ashes
• a beginning
• whether i see it or not is irrelevant
• for someone will
• and I can live with that