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Once I dreamed that I reached out to hold the sun, and what
was evening warmth and noon heat at a distance was ravening
fire close up, and my palms charred, and my hands burned and
the flesh bubbled, and my hands and arms blackened and curled
back on themselves, and in an instant of terrible but detached
pain the sun consumed me and I floated deep within it, a charred
and misshaped lump of vestigal unburnable coal.
And within the sun a troupe of dancing fire sprites found me,
and rubbed up against me with their burning voluptuous bodies,
and stroked me and tried to turn me into something that I was not.
But when everything exterior was burned and rubbed away, and
all that was left to house me was a smooth black sphere floating
in the heart of the sun, then just for a moment as I awakened
it seemed that I knew peace.
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