I tried once to touch the sun
and broke, my body and mind melting
too close to the source. Another almighty
test that I, like Abraham, failed.
I fell into the labyrinth to convalesce.
My body healed and my mind wandered
those walls, taking every left turn until I found
the hollow at its core. Then, I could see.
To burn brighter needn’t mean half a life.
Turn over, find another wick, and ignite it.
The melting wax may fall
and build up on both ends.
A paradox, you say?
Yes, that’s right.
I prove my humanity
by my contradictions.