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his soul was filled with fire

the fire of life

not the cold embers found in death

I could see it in his eyes

hear it in his voice

taste it on his hot expressive breath

if you never knew him you could never hope to

understand the feeling of warmth atop such unbodied

pain

sorrow dripped like honey as he spoke of the cleansing

that was about to rain

'Rain Of The Suppressed Spirit' that is

not of the open skies

the purest of lights that shines from within

brighter than any clustered sunrise

for you see, we all can glow at once and will

if we only stand together

but let us become divided for a moment longer than

allowed and we will ramble about in the dark

lost to even ourselves forever

never touching, never feeling, just merely being there

alone, yet not alone, in a crowd of virtual clones

standing so close that they are barely even of

themselves aware...........

(written Feb. 4, 1993 am)