A candle
Burns
With a certain virtue:
Demon, saint
Hesitate;
Damnation speaks
I am
Revealed in
Flickering shadow
Heaven
Slender shining
Tear streaked
Patience beast
Dancing
To the sense
Of smell
Sing praise
To the arch
To the pedestal
Nod the fire
Dream the sleep
Of kings.
Hoka Hey
Posted: November 5, 1991 in PoetryTags: Beast, Candle, Damn, Dance, Demon, Fire, King, Saint, Shadow, Sleep, Tears
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