Flame III

The flame has breathed
On this glass
And turned it dark
Resistant to my eyes.

I am foiled by
A wash of smoke that
Denies it ever was
Anything but
Opaque, once 
Might have been
Clean as
Crystal water hardened
By some passing hand
That sought to
Fix the light in it
And make it
Eternally trapped and bright -

Not darkened by a
Veil of smoke
Outblown by my flame's
Mouth: to no avail
Do I peer-in past
The fume, discern
The light.
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