And, yes, we enter,
either by our own volition
or the command of the gods.
And then we flare,
a small frenzy of color,
until we are finished --
a glowing silhouette,
ready for what awaits --
the sunlit music of the world
with its insistent curves
and turnings,
or else
a withdrawal,
the all-consuming silence
that comes only
to those
who have known
the flames.
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