"Evening at Home"
Flames crackling, groaning, glowing, sparking bright
Illuminating and disguising, shining dark
and flashing light, with curves and lines in sight
or then concealed, as archetypal stark
as stone-bound statues in a park - inside
the realm of spontaneity, both merged
and separate, dichotomous, the wide
and narrow to a single cause converged;
the lightspecks dance on physical romance
across, upon, below, above - beyond
the yearning draw of time, though its expanse
is measured by the burning wood. A bond
far fiercer than 'tween energy and mass,
they live within where timeless pleasures pass.
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