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spittle on a spark

a match struck

in the dark

my world

copies

childhood fire crackers

my heart

a sparkler

that sparkles

for many

but does so

best for you

hold me proudly

to your chest

as you run through life's park

and your carnival will never fold

up its tent

and leave our town

just as my gloriously dazzling insides

will never fade

but grow brighter

with the gradual quieting of time

death

some could say

is the match

that lets the real sparkler

that lives in each of us

out to be truly free

eventually...........

(written Dec. 16, 2000 3am)