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Many people & many fires,
including my own.
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In the light of the fire.
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In that bubble of light
limited vision to the edge of the light.
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Stepping out, stepping away.
Away from my campsite
out of the light
into the darkness.
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Where clarity and revelations sprung forth.
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I could see clearly all the people
in all the campsites
in their blinding bubbles of light.
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Fun in the shade from knowledge.
Shaded from the heat
of the fire that life is.
A great parade
in their cones of silence.
Deafening their vision,
Hearing what they wish to see.
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I could see the chatty folks 100 feet away.
The loving old couple 50 feet away.
The flustered mom & typical kids 70 feet away.
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All living their moments.
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The trees, their flowing silhouettes
waving to the distant campfires in the sky.
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The resting mega boulders, infinitely patient.
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The bear coming carefully down the hillside
to steal some edible evidence of our disdain.
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Paul Aponte
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