A divine voice spoke,

but he did not heed its message,

for he knew much,

yet he was a fool.

I volunteered for the task,

I will help until you can begin.


I am ushered into a dark room.

There is light outside.

Voices that might not know I am here,

and certainly do not care.

It is dark here,

there is no smell

though everything is charred.

The voice speaks,

I must put out the fire,

the fire that has only just begun.

I control it easily

and smile,

until once more the flames arise.

Yet again I control.

Again and again.


Then he return,

I have finished his task,

and so he is glad.


But I know he is doomed.



jan 26, 1998


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