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keep this burning in me.
this center in my stomach

warmed evenly like a cast-iron pot
over a fire.

wholeness
is a new form of fullness.

:::

wings of a butterfly.
an apple's skin.
a leaf's coat.
a tear down a face.

water washes off of all
who know cleansing within.

:::

You are the reaper

that reaps for my grave.

the more i try to rest,

the more You reap a test.

the more You try to test,

the closer i am to best.

the better i become from you,

the more dead i die true;

i must never rest,

reaper give me Your tests,

so that i may be

as close as i can be to best.

     lay to peace from Your reaping.

:::

when we watch a candle flame,

we know it.

our soul, a blue flame,

of the hottest heat peeking from the wick.

cresting out is the yellow and orange colors

of the same soul-love.

colors are of no matter.

does a candle know what colors it gives?

I am heat essence, nothing more.