gasoline, embers, hot tea

I never knew a human being could be so very many things at once
Never knew she could love the way cornflakes stick together when they're drenched
The same way she loves feeling like stolen glitter when the moon comes out. Never knew
she could want to be wrapped tight, feeling warm and
Still want to conquer the world, boldly, valiantly, with every last nerve standing on end
And every last breath lit on fire
Gasoline, embers, hot tea.

Never knew this human could want to be fiercely brilliant
And still fiercely loving
Loved
Tender;
Could tap into iron clad, deep in the bone strength
Only for it to dissolve when she arrives in the arms of mother.

I never knew a human could want everything in the world
And nothing at all,
Just as content to publish a library of great books
As to pass her days in sunshine.

To live is not final. 

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