the fire
out of which
i am born
is inside
the fire
through wich i was born
is outside.
when i walk
through fire
i see light
i see light outside
i see light inside
i breathe.
i see ashes
rising in the wind.
i let them go.
there are
no feet
but i dance.
there is
no house
but me.
and
there are
wings of light.
i spread
my feathers.
i am free
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