A being of some kind of mad sun
Joy futures place
This being is named
quite perfectly
Spark
spark is the first and only
To hold the beginning: the moment
Spark is the type to flitter about
Swimming inside those
Who want something
Spark is the type to have grand eyes
Wandering the thoughts that seek
And those who want magic
spark has been hidden
Washed in empty black space
And yet a tickle of light
Whispers purpose
But spark has spent the better
Part of forever
Swimming in pitch tar
Confusion
Spark had friends, oh they had
Glorious fun, sleeping on the Atlantic shelf
Wandering the core of hydrogen and helium
Visiting the beauty of synapse
Now spark is trapped, holed up
Imprisioned, spark
Is slipping into the past
And you are the savior
Will you open up
The thousand year door
It is no match for
Your secret strength
will you know
Spark, will spark
Be safe inside you
Now
That you
Have a voice
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