A cup of molten wax
Without distinction whatsoever
How can wax know itself
Other than by solidifying?
Creating seeming boundaries
of many states of wax
And of a space where wax seems not...
Creatures made of solid wax
All creatures are made out of it
But some in the form of a candle
A candle made to burn
The flame of a candle
Providing light and warmth
Igniting what comes close enough
Leaving no trace but burning candles
A flame that ever burns
From which no wax returns
A flame that melts what doesn't burn
To solid wax that once more will return
And seemingly this will go on until the wax burns up
As never there has been an empty cup...

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