Melted

I remember the time
I lit a match and watched
A candle sink
Slowly to the end
Changing its properties
From solid to liquid to
Room temperature
Noxious gases
Silently, coughing up
Immunity
Rolling my thumbs
Over the flint
I can create
New shapes
Smog blowing towards
ThoseĀ striving to
Put in a shift.
Fire up that furnace
Melt down
The waxworks
We can mould
Something different

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Melted

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