All the world in a candle,
All the world formed in
An empty room.
In the empty space of the candlelight.
The edges of the wick,
The heat rising up in the air.
The warm skin, kissing the cold air.
The edge of reality.
Confusion from the first breath.
Almost destroying the world.
Making sense of it isn’t practical,
Nothing is identical to the mind.
Persuasion overrode the will,
Inauthentic and not artistic.
You can look forever at the flames passively,
But they will never burn as such.
You stand in the emptiness,
Erstwhile and cold.