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2015, balance, ceiling, flame, form, light, movement, petals, poem, shadow, sitting, stillness, time, walls
of a sudden
the candle flame
shifts and flicks, then
sits in balance, still,
and comsuming, still
and emitting, folded
and recouping, then
sits in adjustment
spliterring and
forming, finding
a perfect petal …
leaning leaning
spluttering creating
shadow and light
in flux across wall
and ceiling
all the time
whether I can
form the poem or not
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balance & walls wormhole: on walking through walls
light wormhole: 1971
shadow wormhole: Buddha / Shakyamuni
sitting wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
stillness wormhole: no cars / no planes
time wormhole: the tangles fall apart
mlewisredford 
Oh, um, but I *think* you just did!
And “spliterring”? Hmmm…Can’t decide if my mind’s voice should say it “spleye-tearing,” “spleye-turring,” “split-airing,” or “split-urring”!!
In-turr-ee-ging!
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heh; hmmm, whaddaya think, maybe two ‘t’s and one ‘r’ …?; no wonder I had trouble with the form (I tried to make the whole poem into the shape of a flame and then thought of the html involved!!!); but I AM right, though, flames DO ‘splitter’ (- ah, it DOES need two ‘t’s!)?
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Oh they definitely splitter. That’s what I heard first….I think…
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