Matches are useful
To burn in turn,
And not the whole pack at once.
Stroke conscientiously,
Not against the fur,
An angry little dog.

The desperate
Are prone to hurry,
But to be late
Is also not allowed.
The laws of the universe are unbreakable.
Each little match decides
How to serve in fullness,
When to agree to flare.

And I too have my own measure
To burn to ash or to put out.
If only the goal were reached —
To stop evil in the bud.