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	by malkcontent <agleason@k12.colostate.edu>



even now, seventeen years from my birth
hope still burns within me, though softer
the ageless memories of the past
haunt my present
i long to be one with the night again
feel it be it
all too often, i give what warmth 
i gather from this cold earth
to others
instead of delighting in it myself
for they do not carry the light within
hope will never die within me
as long as i carry the spirit of light
from it i gather beauty and strength
for i unto myself am naught but
scattered molecules of space and matter
i am a passing wave of energy
that is in flux with others
my creator is my source of energy
the fountain of energy in my soul
renews itself
and i let it flow...
it flows pure, without the contamination 
of reality, making it most reactive
with my fellow wavicles