Out out brief candle
~ a candle, by its nature, is not sustainable ~
~ a candle is, by its nature, not sustainable ~
the candle was first lit in 1712;
a steam powered pump to extract floodwater from English coal mines
possibly the first time in history that humanity had a machine more powerful than an elephant to reliably do its work
the candle burned brightly
as new uses/new innovations
turned steam power into Gaia conquest power
"Iron Horses" laced continents
steamships huffed out to the open sea to slaughter whales by the thousands
for more light/more heat streets illuminated, darkness vanquished
the candle was volcanic now, Promethean;
the whales were spared extinction
not by kindness nor compassion
but by the drilling of oil in Titusville, Pennsylvania
1859 ~ a crucial moment in the candle’s short life
it now grew so high it dimmed the stars
(they remain dim to this day) horse drawn carriages melted downward like wax droplets relegated to the candle’s side replaced by automobiles the flame was a furnace now Carnegie, Edison, Ford stoked it to a seething inferno industrial altar boys commencing a ceremony to set the Earth ablaze;
baptism by fire soon skyscrapers pierced the sky Woolworth, Chrysler, Empire State giant candlesticks thrusting upward to catch the match of the sun unstoppable now, or seemingly so raising the temperature of the atmosphere itself!
down, down, the candle burns all but spent; its heat so intense now that we can't touch it
its light so blinding that we can’t see how close to its nub it has burned
when the dying flame mutes/dims/extinguishes
I will huddle with you
I will need your warmth more than ever then
the candle was first lit in 1712;
a steam powered pump to extract floodwater from English coal mines
possibly the first time in history that humanity had a machine more powerful than an elephant to reliably do its work
the candle burned brightly
as new uses/new innovations
turned steam power into Gaia conquest power
"Iron Horses" laced continents
steamships huffed out to the open sea to slaughter whales by the thousands
for more light/more heat streets illuminated, darkness vanquished
the candle was volcanic now, Promethean;
the whales were spared extinction
not by kindness nor compassion
but by the drilling of oil in Titusville, Pennsylvania
1859 ~ a crucial moment in the candle’s short life
it now grew so high it dimmed the stars
(they remain dim to this day) horse drawn carriages melted downward like wax droplets relegated to the candle’s side replaced by automobiles the flame was a furnace now Carnegie, Edison, Ford stoked it to a seething inferno industrial altar boys commencing a ceremony to set the Earth ablaze;
baptism by fire soon skyscrapers pierced the sky Woolworth, Chrysler, Empire State giant candlesticks thrusting upward to catch the match of the sun unstoppable now, or seemingly so raising the temperature of the atmosphere itself!
down, down, the candle burns all but spent; its heat so intense now that we can't touch it
its light so blinding that we can’t see how close to its nub it has burned
when the dying flame mutes/dims/extinguishes
I will huddle with you
I will need your warmth more than ever then
BXI Builingual System started translating.


