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Red Candles
Red candles on the mantle shelf
destroying time together
red wax consumed to white
not all they seem these three.
Not wax of bees as in church
cheap paraffin,sickly,
blue smoke when snuffed out
not scents of paschal candles
honey and pollen dust
carrying prayers to willing oak
and kneeling supplications.
Mundane white dipped in red
burning slow . . . . . .
black soot on the cobweb ceiling
truth and time consumed.
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