In the One

Small radiance of power
Smali halo how you
Glow  and burnish
All my space in my
Kitchen as I sing and
All your gold is
Ringing in my
Eyes and hands, your
Six flames rise and
Stretch themselves as if
They  reach and thin to
Greet someone unseen who
Calls them back to him -
The source he lends - every
Small brave fiame he
Severs here
Consoles and expends.
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