I See no me

Never think you know
how the flame feels,

merely because you see
by the electron ejection
the shadows inside me,

merely because my meat
warms the singular self
on light's quantum split.

Until the wick gutters
in the wax puddled moat,

the black twist brittle
the last breath caught.

A candle gasp raising
an indian smoke signal,

telling of the secret phoenix
flapped from the chimney.

Only when the tallow
is cold & left to set,

does meaning radiate
from the lost thread.


John G.Hall(c)2005