Flame sits idle in its solitude
indistinhuishable from ice,
a rogue star,
faint in the nights sky,
like the ice planets
illuminating gray,
scorching motionless,
nullified without medium
of heat's transferal,
of lights receptor,
lost in void
of space vacuum,
extinguishing its flame
in escaping the all binding channels
of our sensation.
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