Candle evolution

I wanted to feel its creation.

It only lasted the short time
until the wax
expired
to reveal the truth of art
for art is born of darkness
in the cold reaches of mystery
where myth blends with reality
and where imagination’s atoms
shiver in perpetual flights of expired
dreams.

I wanted to understand.

A foothold

light begins,
more than anything else
it begins.

Before time etched itself
upon humankind
it sidled up to the light
thus giving light a foothold
from where it began
to begin
giving.

Life, therefore, had no option
and once it too began
it couldn’t stop itself from
being itself
and from that instance
came that change
creeping along time
to give of itself
a beginning for life
to hold onto
until life
shed its skin
to rise up its being
and breathe

and so life began,
more than anything else
it began
to die.