Little pot, found at random.
Tucked beneath the flotsam of retail's faded lilies.
You've become so much more than mere candelabra.
You are now my Anchor to the gateway of the Gods.
Simple clay vessel born of fire and fitted in steel you hold the center of my hearth.
Shine bright little secondhand store treasure.
And keep the embers of my passions safe.
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