The time is night I'm in this place
People set beside me
Tho random they set my pace
Were I to be myself
I'd simply run and hide
Amongst the chatter
Nodding wild
But something in me not so quiet
Brings joy to show the gift of light
Not from me or you or even the
embers piped and toked admired
It's the fire that makes the mind run
wild
Desire to show our worlds not mild
Stoking madly lest we all expire
Within ourselves without desire
Cold. Without true friend nor glass
to see the bending light
A hall of mirrors
To which we see all angles
Of ourselves
And naught one single angel

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