agreed to try
for just this moment's short supply -
however long we'll make it stretch,
between us 'til there's nothing left.
The length of one wax cylinder.
It's fit and snug in socket, now
The wick is lit. The timer's on
in dripping down like sacred song.
In sketchy light we make our moves
to see what we have here, to prove.
And once we've guttered, spent in light
- in breathing dark, we'll know the weight
of how much this was right. And then,
we might decide one candle's worth
is not too much to spend again.
And once we've guttered, spent in light
- in breathing dark, we'll know the weight
of how much this was right. And then,
we might decide one candle's worth
is not too much to spend again.
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