I had this really strange dream
About a forest fire that danced like windblown hair
Across the mountain ridge
Leaping tongues sang an apocalyptic serenade
Screams gave subtle counterpoint
As did the melting songs of birds
Like violence done to flutes
Heated trunks exploded to spit tobacco juice
Unexpected affinities occurred in disaster
A chaotic rendering in perfect harmony
That most dynamic phrasing all worked out
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