FebPoWriMo 15

A process of discovering 
At the end of the rope
Is a candle burning
That as far as you remember
Was also already burning
At the start of the rope
Seeming to shorten
The length of the rope
As you were traveling it
Suspended in emptiness
That might go on forever
Except you cannot remember
How you started on the rope
Or what made you think
It was a good idea to travel
The entire length of spacetime
On such a fragile ephemerality
That seemed to lead one way
When all the time you knew
You could travel in all directions
And the rope would lead you home
Even as it resembled nothing less
Than the combustible embers
That sparked you into being
A candle burning at both ends
This is the short and the long