closing censure

for the longest time, i had held a fire, through rain and snow and darkest hour. but that the fire had long faded was oblivious to my eyes, so blinded with contention and hope.

but today, i have set my torch to the ground, and asked of it the whys and wherefores of its existence. knowing now that it has long since died, and an eternal flame is something to be won, not sought, i must start again in the search of that monumental turning point - man's discovery of fire (only this time, i hope it is not tainted with a stench odour and sickly blaze).

closure!
but not yet.
maybe the french will know of it?
maybe the americans?
but maybe, one day, it will be known by me.