Candle

                                                                                              drift
                                                                                         away
                                                                                               in
                                                                                                  wisps
                                                                                             and
                                                                                      spirals
                                                                                from
                                                                            t
                                                                                h
                                                                                       e

                                                                                          w
                                                                                           i
                                                                                           c
                                                                                           k
                                                                           of life, of death, of
                                                                           new, of old, of wax
                                                                           or flesh,  all things
                                                                           melting-- burning
                                                                           breath, hot or cold;
                                                                            the tax; serving by
                                                                           consumption, been
                                                                           eaten away.  Send
                                                                           light without sight.
                                                                       All things die in the end.
                                              Melt away as wax, ready for new forms, or disappear
                                              forever in trails of smoke; it makes no difference here.

 

The End

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