A candle burning is only wax,
Melting down to what it was
Before it entered a candle mold
Where do drips of substance go?
Air is thinner than sundry things
Into which are vanishing-
Somewhere else
Must be realer than here
Where things go
Than disappear...
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Romeo Della Valle
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