Small fires

Before sleep small fires rage,
Their tiny tongues reach out 
To  sleep, some times burn it
To flicking ash, with dreams.

Small fires rage in a tummy
Of  food and emotions, love
And anger and daft thoughts
In a fistful of  soft gray jelly.

Small fires  make big ashes
When the holes shall vanish
We have made into this space
Into an  endless dark night.

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