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don't tell me i cannot be a foundry of passion and energy for the whole of my life, for all of time, or at least that portion of either for which i need ever account; my personal width of eternity.  don't tell me that i must settle for less than the entirety of my presence, or that i mustn't continue to incandesce beyond reasonable limits, that i should ever rest at the nape of any horizon.  save your breath . . .

forever afire
for i will not cease to burn
while being (here)