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Flame

  A cerebral sun,
                  sets slowly
          against the eastern mountains.

    Flames of red
          rise and fall
      to the closing bells
                    of morning chimes.

Set! Set!
    The cerebral sun
    cries to welcome
    sacred sleep.

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  • Gossamer Guile
    August 29, 2007

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    Andrew, you never cease to amaze me with your skill. Each poem I read is like a new wave of Andrew worship. You have no idea. I loev this poem. I love the words, I love the imagery, I love the way the shape is set up. I love its everything! This is so simply amazing, so shortly complicated, I believe my cerebral sun has exploded.