Wax

December 16, 2007
By
Banished From the Day
It stands while wavering
Waning as if held up by string
Stranded in its opposite
Flickering side to side
Balancing as if it were about
To fall.
It sinks deeper
Like sand in a timer
Nailed to the Table
The More it continues to sink
The less time you will ever have to
Feel anything worth feeling
At all.





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