stare at the candle
unblinking
the flame unwavering
weezer somewhere on the speakers
electric memory
a faded whiskey burn
the walls fallen away
the moon through the blinds
reflected on passing windshields
clouds spread into air
tree shadows raking leaves
collecting lost things
what ends
what ends
a breath
a thin trail of smoke
unwavering
the tip of the wick glows
pinpoint
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