For some, it wavers, I fancy,
as does a candle’s flame.
In others, it is
compacted and hard,
unreached by the light.
Molecules from a veiled realm,
finding fate and purpose.
Unlucky are those without shields,
for their radiance flows freely,
a boon for all,
but soon tainted.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Oh, I do like this one! Hope all is well.
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Thanks, Gael! We just keep on truckin’ here.
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Same here.
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