A match made in heaven,
motions a flicker and a stick
igniting illusions of euphoria.

Billowy orbs of white dust,
swings to the rhythm of breaths
painting images of a balcony breeze.

Little sputters of flame,
dismantles the anatomy of being
desiring the meaning of naught.

The glory of its ember,
calls forth the deluge of silence
disturbing dreams for the eternal.

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