Forget Your Name

Of what use is it to whisper plaints
to a steady candle flame
If steadiness is what you seek in counsel,
be silent,
forget your name.

Gaze breathlessly,
hold your secrets still
the heart is too, a glowing lamp
with a pristine star behind its glass
through which no voice can ever pass.

Keep your lips pursed beloved,
for the candle only hears
the sizzling of the feathered wing
When the impassioned moth
draws near.

The moon is a moth nearer to the sun then lips to the candle flame. One is consumed, while the other needlessly tries to explain. #25wtT

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