Candle (or Aftershock)
He stood tall and proud, the chosen
one.
The others watched.
The others waited.
The others watched and waited as
he stood.
The others watched and waited and
wondered why they had not been chosen.
He stood.
The world passed through his eyes
and out his mouth in a cry of puzzled joy.
The others laughed.
He let it all go on, letting life
happen.
The others worked against life;
they weren't chosen.
The others tried too hard to understand.
The others looked at him and saw
something unexplainable.
He just stood there and let it
happen.
Life pleased itself in him.
The others watched.
Life looked at the others and its
chosen one and thought.
As the others watched,
The chosen one fell,
Dead.
The chosen one was
Dead.
He had
Died.
But the others saw in his death
the inevitability of their own.
The others saw in his death their
foolishness.
The others saw in his death truth.
Nothing had changed, but now it
all seemed brighter.
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