A candle burning from neither end
Pallid wax
Cold and smooth
Lacking in bumps or blemishes

Form never to drip
Not sealing with its warmth
Nor burning with its touch
Eternal life short of consequence

Listing to the side
Its brittle form snaps
Wick linking the two halves
As it topples to the floor

No fire to create or destroy
Infusable
Forever locked in the same form
Doomed to be discovered and discarded

~Galwyn

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