A word that's made in candle light
is not born false or true
and does not come as black or bright,
but with a softer hue.
Cause even if the air is still
the flame will move and shift
to its own heat, and people's will
must surely likewise drift.
The light takes trips on moving lips
in an eternal chase
for shadows, but it often skips
the details of a face.
And restlessly it flickers
to hide a paper sheet,
a syllable or apostrophe
that eyes will never meet.
Thus words conceived and born to us
at night in candle light
are neither true nor false and thus
a truly fairer sight.
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