I feel anger, savage yearning,
thoughts unborn should rise up free.
I feel hunger, sighted learning,
wings ablaze need bear the weight.

I see fire, ravenous burning,
visions bright that strive to be.
Living pyre, creative turning,
shooting sparks into my fate.

I am fervor, fierceness churning,
combusting words to energy.
Flame survivor, soul discerning,
feverish, I detonate…

Erin Moen
5/17/03
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