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Light the fire; we need to warm our souls.

Build up the blaze until it roars with light

And all the world's consumed with glorious coals.

Light the fire.

Watch carefully and tend it through the night

Feeding it with kindness which cajoles

Reluctant boughs to turn themselves to bright

Beacons of renewal where the goals

Are crystal clear for all who would unite

To face a world of obstinate black holes.

Light the fire.

Brian Hick 2011

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