It’s not christmas

Einstein stares at me
I see the blood wars and the blood feuds

The dripping white gold
catches into a tube

Lights are burning beyond December

Beyond December

I wait behind your curtain
I wonder at the dark
I make my cause
I go the course

Tonight has made
a thousand lights
flicker in my mouth catching
each drop

of scented hearths

Burning …
burning …
into embers ….

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