Carbon From A Candle

Under an empty firmament

A barbarous flare expels

Scenes of lucid emissions

Up above a tempestuous temple

A futile fear smolders

Dreams of permeable divisions

A fluctuation foreordained

Catechizes

Wisdom for the overtaken

An evolution of emphasis

Disburses from within

The dream's derivation

Material science

Burrows the shallowest graves

A mere measurement in self-avoidance

The carbon from a candle

I must acknowledge

I am not the intuition in my aim

In truth

I am the pattern I deny

A pattern with no use for an eye

I do not ask

Who will I become?

For I am the sincere beat of the drum

I do not ask

From where was I cast?

For my imagination came first not last