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11/14/00
right now i can hear the rain
dripping, dripping
outside the window
it's freezing--
but at the moment, nothing
is as important as this candle,
this delicate flame,
slowly swaying back and forth,
purple heat at the core
fading to orangish-yellow around the edges--
hold me captive--
i can't move my eyes
except to concentrate on the shadows painted
so artfully on my uneven bedroom wall
by this alive and beautiful fire
in a psychedelic glass jar--
i almost forget to breathe
and then, a flicker--
i remember.
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