Slow to gain speed, but retaining it once achieved it is a driving force in the night. We are all orphaned children of society, huddled around the fire shaking from the cold and the madness. Communion gratefully passed around on glass alters to our own Gods. Our own Demons. The night brings a feeling of safety, hiding us from those who fear, as we crawl on our hands and knees from daily shelter. Planted in the grass or standing one's ground, saving face while the earth spins and rotates for those with eyes that see. "Let me walk free!" He shouts while none inhibit him let alone bat an eye as he walks into the tree line, not to be seen until an entire Dylan album later. Open fields for chasing one another and one another's dreams and one another's Love, not to catch them but for the chase itself. You've already exposed yourself completely to me, won't you sing for me? Consume every resource without discretion. Let us be fire.
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