Indiscreetly

You sit at a stanza
break and won't
start introspection.

This was your moment
of deliverance.

You bend down
to kill the flickering candle
to feel the stings.

A myth
wears a veil to seduce
the sun, when it was
saying goodbye to moon.

This is mass cheats
the time that wants to slip out
from back door.

In next life, will
you recognize me by
my stumblings?