Friday, April 26, 2013

4319. NO REAL CANDLES

NO REAL CANDLES
No real candles here, just untended flames
somehow elevated over wicks : that's the
true magic of my hands. And no real
achievements either  -  just the spell of
things that might have been and that
I wish had been. All those pale,
stinking beeswax candles, in
the lobby of a church to
which no one
any longer
goes.

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