someone get me a priest
he promised me I’ll never
die and I believed him
he said the flames of a candle
flickers not from man’s breath
but by the holy spirit itself
it’s like the wind
it comes and it goes
sometimes unnoticed
one day it’s a breeze
next a hurricane with a
murderous eye
not even the typhoon
can extinguish the flame
he tried telling those who might listen
those who may believe
angels are at work twenty-four seven
rescuing even the most wretched
december two thousand seventeen
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