Saturday, September 06, 2014

Before the Darkness

I love how a candle glows in the darkness just after
it is blown out, it continues to glow,like the blood-
red memory of the sun through shut eyelids, a spot 
like an ember, in that liminal state between, teetering
until the wick takes its final gasp, brightening 
for a moment, soft firework, 
before exhaling, into black.

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