Young.
I watched the candle burn.

It’s fascination
two little flames

burning in my eyes.

Tell my Dad

I want
to enter

into the flame

become
the thing

be
the flame

not just know it
but be it.

He laughs.

“Either you’re a poet
or you’re mad.

I grow up
to be

a mad poet.

Dónall Dempsey

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