seduction of humbleness:

                        candles reflect the mood
                        casting pooling shadows;
                       a shifting fluid blurring
                         sharp edges of truth.

                        the candles cry waxen as
                        their tears dry and form
                          sculpted testaments
                           to their burning,
                         and this taken merely
                            as consequence,
                      yet not entirely justified.

                     but after losing ordered form
                          the layers of tears
                          give something more;
                         a beauty of endurance
                          marking nightly use,
                            a trial by fire.

                        in glowing illuminesence
                      the candles give their life
                       (a simpler use than humans
                        yet not wasted as often)
                        but in giving gain more
                           than dry storage;
                    candle martyrs die giving light
                          yet live forever in
                                 memory.
 
 
 

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