The smile that's more than courtesy upon that last farewell
The heart that keeps on dancing as it's falling down the well
The flashburnt incandescence that you'll never feel again
Its beacon is its bitterness, so best enjoy it then
Hold it in a teardrop, hold it in a shout
Hold it as it can be held, by letting it go out
A flame is but a process, this plasma just a state
An ember can't remember but it can appreciate
The sunset shows a very few its parting flash of green
But blessed those who can believe in what they have not seen
For in that act of falling sings the vastness of the sky
This opposite reaction makes it possible to fly
Memory's our legacy, as blessing or as curse
It comforts as it taunts us with the things it can't reverse
Its only useful lesson that if once we did make good
No time for reminiscing once we realize we could
Hold it in a story, hold it in a plan
Hold it in the dream of what you have not done, but can
Hold it in the thrill of the impending crash and burn
The gift of being human is we bastards never learn
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