I sleep beside the eternal flame.
The sound of his pilot purrs
From the flow of natural gas
And the oxygen.
I stare into his colors.
They take me by my mind,
And deep into his cosmos
Where I see the sights
And signs that my imagination
Could never conjure,
Helplessly limited by me, as it is.
And so I lie astounded,
And watch the miraculous
Busily at work
On my behalf.
And does it wait for me?
-jenn long
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