what are you, fire refusing to be named?
i will tell you what you are not.
you are not an afterthought.
you are not a magic lamp
whose purpose is to fulfill
the desires of another.
you are not an oracle
or a muse that can be used,
exhausted, tapped dry and left
convulsing on a mountaintop.
you are not a lonely night
or a place to hide secrets
when no one else is watching.
you are not a bodiless voice
that whispers comfort to the
demons of desperate men,
notta vessel from which
they can thieve their vitality.
& my god, you are certainly not
a second choice.
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