Each flicker of the heart
Is one less before death
Each time you exhale--
One less living breath
Potential becomes reality
The candle drips in flame
And though it burns the bloodshot eyes
They are both the same
Each flicker
Each breath
Running wax the candlestick
Feet flailing forward, fleeing fast
Flickers bicker tock and tick
Drip drip down the candlestick,
Running down the sheer sides, slick
With the immolating wick
to fire
Running from the past
So sprinting towards the future
Running through the blur of now
Running out of time
Out of breath
Out of flickers
Hear is