This was inspired by a lyric of Tori Amos', from Doughnut Song on the album Boys for Pele. ("And if I'm hanging on to your shade/I guess I'm way beyond the pale")

I keep waiting for it to finish itself. One of these days it'll happen. 


			Paleness is in the eye
	a mote that makes me red and
   tear; a feeling that i've just begun
   to fear.  Transparency sets in,
a new sensation fills my bones;
I know I am already home.

maybe I can't help my hanging on,
and maybe I can.
And maybe I can't know the sorrowful truth,
And the pieces of eighteen and youth
 	can be peeled up off the floor,
	dusted off, saved for tomorrow.

This votive candle is nothing now but drippings in a cup.



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