If you fight fire with fire, you leave nothing behind
but ashes—sometimes, though, that’s the only way,
like when you are trying to put out a forest inferno
or it turns out the innamorati were wearing masks
after all, and now that they have fallen off,
the courtly pas and swivel turn into a scuffle
on the courtroom floor.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
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