Added 13 October 1997
The papers burn
It is quite possibly
The last vestiges of
but it feels good
in the open fire.
A poem I just wrote.
Ceremonial burning.
the best work
I have ever done,
but I could not now
recall it even if I tried.
For even as the
ink and paper burn away
so does my memory
of the thoughts
that they revealed.
anything that might
reveal words on paper
now are gone.
I now know nothing
of the poem,
to see it burn.
Written 4 and 6 June 1994
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