do you remember
can you penetrate
the pieces of yesterday
and tomorrow
coerce the candlelight
to linger without wax
the pretend people stare
they feed on soul
a dream of you perhaps
more exquisite than forever
if you continue to believe
in spite of it all
and I know you--your hands
a kind of different perfection
that exists in between
a harder reality
crisp and fleeting
and maybe just enough
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