I live in two realms:
by daylight, the catatonia of stiff wax.
Under the sun
I can only sleep.
At night, in dark emergencies,
I go into an ecstasy
of broadcasting my small light,
everywhere blessing the shoulders
of furniture.
I burn! I melt!
The more I'm awake,
the more I disappear.
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