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The flaring sparks radiate, coalesce, a nuclear fire without end.
Such is the giant inferno, burning ball of light, life giver, moon raker and ultimately life taker.
And from that light burns the gift of life. Almost unending in its myriad forms :
thirsting and quenched by the cycle of that distant fire glow.
An inner spark mirrors that distant giant : random collisions, formations in the dark - coruscations of indefinite form, ebbing and flowing.
Waiting for the eruption into voice or action.
See how bright shines the Sun above and its children below.
Within your orbit, I shine that much more.
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