Fuel soaked Kevlar, the excess spun off.
I slide my fingers into the handles,
Ready to dance.
Everything goes silent as I ignite the poi.

Dazzling white flames leap from nowhere;
And the roar of the burning fuel fills my ears.
Nimbly I begin to spin my poi,
Crossing them in weaves around my body,
It is the most invigorating of all sensations!
Never will the feeling of thrill dull, only
Growing ever more intense as time goes on.

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