an old poem

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...posted from the stands in tampa, just prior.FireThe terrible fire of your skinBurns my eyesAnd even while I am flinchingI am staringAs at the domineering glowOf the sun bearing down on the sea:The waves swallow it,But are shredded apart before night falls.Where is the freedom of loveThat the prophets promised?I am visionlessAt the point of a lit rod,Hands raised to a heavenThat rains nothing.