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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 bees wax  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 cobweb ceilings,        
truth and time consumed.        
      
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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