As candle wick is dead center, its flame comes up straight in the burn. Though there's always a vestige of wind to weigh against wax...strange enough... a candle seems to come together the more it melts. Every which way... weeping a tipping point.
On some level everyone knows... they can see through anyone instantly, so the words come... cascading to fill that infinitely awkward pause. The same house, the same light... the same vacancy. Beautiful housewarming.
Universe is just another word for a greater sense of a moment... these are created and destroyed every moment. These eyes blink to signify so--it's when they stop blinking...that creation sees destruction, destruction sees creation perfectly.