Cometary beings like Shelley or Keats
Or the brave Hypatia who sweep
Into and out of our atmosphere
The short-lived who blaze through
The night sky like a body
Running from a burning building
Itself engulfed in flames
Impossible to extinguish
As they speed over the horizon
On that long journey back to us
In the darkness behind the earth
But time here only to get
As far as the emergency of youth
And ring the fire alarm of truth
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