I enjoy reading this aloud - the sounds of the flicker, the fickle flame, both tickle my tongue as perhaps that last light is put out and I can almost see you putting down your pen as you finish that last word for the day.

Dear Laura, This is musical...so enjoyable, I agree with Lori and Kristina, I felt the "finish" .

it's like chewing broken shards and spitting out a stainglass window

wake can have two meanings (possibly more?) which requires extreme specialization to conjure, as you have, considering all of the adverbial modifiers necessary to counterbalance the shift in simultaneous holus-bolus occuring in parallel proximities haikuing themselves into this dream-of-a midnight's poem
Oh, "fickle" is such a favorite I love dancing with. § The brilliance of the music here.... ahhhh, light playing tricks on my own personal night. Enjoy this very much, Lady Doom.

I enjoyed reading it aloud as well. You do a lot with just three short lines. Great work.

I have the feeling that this very poem fickered into being, awakened in the "failing light", a small but lyrical one, very bright and hot in its last flicker.