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Foreword
FIRE ... flaming, burning, searing, and penetrating far beneath the superficial items of the flesh to boil the sluggish blood.
FIRE ... a cry of conquest in the night, warning those who sleep and revitalizing those who linger in the quiet places dozing.
FIRE ... melting steel and iron bars, poking livid tongues between stone apertures and burning wooden opposition with a cackling chuckle of contempt.
FIRE ... weaving vivid, hot designs upon an ebon bordered loom and satisfying pagan thirst for beauty unadorned ... the flesh is sweet and real ... the soul an inward flush of fire.... Beauty?... flesh on fire—on fire in the furnace of life blazing....
“Fy-ah,
Fy-ah, Lawd,