Dance of Forms

The flicker of a fleeting flame
dancing by,
waves of
sensuous light
blurred atop a breath of hollow
heat like a vacuum in air.

formless waves
shading the eyes from
the bold and the bounce of light
in lines

the mind doesn’t know what it cannot see;
we think in soft lines and powdered tints

the mirror stands bare
but the images
snuffed, wisp away.

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