Still and silent night lighted by
True candle flame
Grey projected shadow on the ceiling
Peacefulness, loneliness
Emptiness, disconnection
Impermanence dimension
Thought travel through eons
Time and space disappear
So do I, projected consciousness
Against which wall by which light
Do I burn as true as the candle?
Do I waver along unseen currents?
Am I the candle reflection?
Have I found my twin soulmate?
Flame I can so simply blow out
Who will blow me out?
L. C. Bailliet
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