Life is but a candle
the dark wick emanating from infinity
sparking
and one with waxen liquid
bursts into beingness
to burn blue-gold
enflaming the pulsing red-hot heart
inviolate
as fragile incandescent connections
torch inconceivable darkness
the flexile luminescent reflections
casting elongated shadows of consciousness
patterning relentlessly to the unfathomable
and back
perpetuating the eternal tango of now.