A candle burns away its life /

in a safe sconce, a gentle light /

But shouldn’t I be terrified of fire,

seeing the bleak, black ruins /

of a close-by apartment house /

floodlit in the night? “Warning, /

These Walls May Fall.” //

Even the endless penetration of light/

in facing mirrors comes from /

the sun’s fire which has no regard /

for life on Earth.