'A simplistic archeology' of light by Ali Znaidi

Can we discern the light from the glitter

of the melting wax? These candles are germinating

again like Demiurges on a chaotic ether.

The light encircles the space,

and the space is like an aura.

The light is transparent & cold.

And everything from the first blaze

is governed by mimetic punctiliousness.

When the total eclipse wraps the place,

and the footsteps become forbidden,

the sound of silence & the whirling lights

of the candles never perish away

because everything dims, and then gleams again.