It’s the end of the day
And I’m tired
And I don’t want to write about fire
The fire that is in our hearts
The fire that destroys the forest
in one fell swoop
Standing in the desert alone
The fire consumes a five story sculpture
That took all year to make
Burns it to dust
All art must be destroyed
And the fire in our heart must be kindled
Built up until it’s raging
Putting your blood sweat and tears into your real work
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
Build a fire.
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