by Christopher Walsh, 5/9/2021
A way to fold the air
To pull the oxygen to heat
To sculpt a fleeting piece of glare
Which wavers, snuffs: wood, obsolete.
The shape it took, the purest stealth:
A flame can only form itself.
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