In the Westernlands

One line — a road
Two lines —  a cross
Three lines —  post and lintel
In five lines the basis of civilization
Five lines — a star 
The tallow candle
Dripping in the darkness
Shines through the eons
Shines in the sky
Shines onto humanity
Shines onto me
A bundle of lines
Imbued with shining life
Breaking down lines
Creating circles
Putting out the candle
Putting out itself