The fiery light
Dances in the glass.
The movements it
Illustrates is seen as crass.
The fiery light
Emanates from the wick
What it absorbs.
Its movement has
Now become a
Flick, flick, flick.
The fiery light
Has now achieved piece.
No longer it dances.
No longer it moves.
The light has found
Its rhythm in the night,
The light is
Now still.
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