The Black Flame Poem by ed purchla

Emanating from internal necessity,
Courting not allegiance, undiluted,
Weathering out the storm within,
Emerging integrity, threshold figures,
Dancing to the light that bears no reflection
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Standing at the boundary, one's mystery
Filters out the falsity, focusing clearly.
Once dismissed as mere symbolism, now recognized
Inherent to transgressive aesthetics, depth reveals
A metaphor buried within the black flame
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Mourning not the avoided, the cast out, the wretch,
As a candle that lights the room serves everyone,
Concentrating perception inward, valuing the isolate,
A black flame demands focus, proves the ambition.
Clarification, guidance, and translation dissipate
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Few witness the intensity, for it's not something you seek.
Few resist the desire to simplify the complicated.
Few want to spend time on that which requires engagement
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Unlike rebellion, unlike passive acceptance,
Private confrontation in the face of it
Leads one's understanding to flourish, to evolve.
Preference for the abyss, endurance without flinching,
A true willingness to look and return articulate
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The flame that burns, blackening all surrounding,
Envelopes elementally, mythically, archetypically,
Bearing the refusal to explain itself, no signal commentary,
Fueling curiosity for the wading groundlessness,
Finding comfort in unfixed structures, no answer whatsoever