7:32 PM
on a Sunday
with a wine glass
half empty
half ready to be refilled
and very little fire
breathes within me
intensity of my glare
is nullified
still there’s time
& there’s energy enough
to fire it
just one more round
keep pouring ashes
over the lit candle
until an explosion occurs
intensifying glorious flames
yeah, it’s amazing
to behold
a few minutes
to form a poem
out of nothing
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