Sunday, September 6, 2009

candles

they held but a shifting

a too and fro

a neverland

tasked to change

to movement

toward god and apparition

the darkness and the light

their wayward voice pleading

like smoky agents of god

messengers to the shade


 

waxy movements, fragile

in intermittent desire

lengthening until a silent

spasmodic end

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