Bright schemes prosper dreams.

Older can moulder — or smolder. 

Eye shine, earth shine, sun shine so fine.

Things that glow, not so so.

Throw matches — in dry piles of ideas. 

We live within enjambmency with all its length and lambency. 

Heat discussions, ignite ideas, conflagrate plans.  

Youth’s fire blusters and blows; old’s ember flickers and glows. 

Stingy is dingy; magnanimous is glamorous. 

Eat flares, swallow blazes, spit infernos. 

Sun’s glow, we grow. 

Glow, gleam, glitter —  titter. 

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