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This is a first draft of what was originally intended to be a much larger poem... I am still undecided as to whether or not I should leave it as it is or open it up a bit more...

-Artem

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I will take a candle though the trees

And keep it there alight, passing through shadow

Into the depths of darkness unremembered by the eyes.

I will move through the shapes ethereal and pure, bronze,

Brisk and crisp, as yet unshaded by the passing of the light

As further I do take this candle, through the trees.