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The flickering light that was long since kindled
And that consumed too much, too long,
Beckons once again, asks for followers
I feel myself starting to answer
Looking for paths back to bathing in what I thought was warmth
But learned to a cost that I still pay
Seemingly ever will
That it would be cold comfort if it were comfort
However learned I may be
I am a fool should I not flee
Again from that light I still see
And which shows no more good for me
The burning flame can do much good
But the gray ash left behind
Hides pain beneath it or
Watered
Makes the burning lye that
Is best used for soap
Cleaning away the clinging dirt
Too much of which yet lingers