the towering trees stare down on me,
as i devour with my chaotic power,
my self-willed drive pushes me forward,
like an uncontrolled emptiness,
i crackle with the craving to fill the depletion,
screaming forward, inhaling the flavor,
leaving behind a dreary cloud of soot.
Answer:
"fire with deer"leadership.wharton.upenn.edu. 6 March 2009. http://leadership.wharton.upenn.edu/digest/Fire_with_deer_low_res.jpg.
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