Fluttering candlelight on the ceiling.

Completely chaotic,

leaving me no chance to predict.

How something so faint or dull can illuminate the room,

allowing me to see,

ever so faintly.

When will this flame’s vibrations stop playing tricks on my mind?

Funny how nature holds all of the puppet strings.

 

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