Poetry
1 min
Candles
Elyas Cauchy
O,
The
Sweet
Purity of
a fresh new
Candle burnt; The wick
dancing as she coils
& strikes poses
flickering lifeforce
or perhaps A
sort of fantastic
performance imitation,
like a kind of modern
art piece I would find
on display in museums,
s t e a d i l y flaring up
next to the fire exit
and think to m y s e l f
about how ironic it is
that a wick could burn
ever nobly unaware of
her mortality up until she
can no more produce light
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