What kind of Thing
you might obtain
by planned effort,
pulling a chain
of unique chance,
mind over matter.
Where's in the world
true Place I could cling
my pace for,
where's a fireplace
to warm-up the thoughts,
to place my order.
Cracking molecules,
Two Flames are flying
away from home
free to choose
the power of Love
to stay or go on.
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