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Something is pulling me. And I am powerless to stop it. The churning of my stomach, And the chattering in my head, Announce that today is going to be A Special Day. I dress with care in red. Red as the slaughtered seal, Red as the Blood of Christ, The food I eat must be red. My workman’s bag glistens redly. The waiting is over. I walk to the park And see The One. Fire is the Breath of Life. And here the flame is in danger. I must act, but carefully. I must not fail. My plan runs right. She makes for the secret pool, Where the koi carp live. I never cease to wonder At the crass stupidity Of mere humanity. Can they not see I am immune To their blandishments? I have a task to accomplish, A furnace to feed. I stand aloof, a statue. She must not hear the voices, Or the urgent pounding of my heart. The water beckons. My time approaches. Now will the everlasting fire be fed.
July 1999
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