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I just want to remember

remember everything even as I'm forgetting

like whose house is this

whose dog am I petting

and why am I no longer standing but silently sitting

on just how I got here note that I won't be betting

am I permitted to be so bold by kissing these wayward

thoughts out of this storage like cold

and on me what lock do they hold

can I not guess without having to be told

green dances before my enraptured eyes

only too suddenly, it turns to gold

by throwing myself into the loving flame

I languish in its enveloping fold

and skim my fingertips lightly across the satin like

seam of its almost familiar face

so brilliantly bright and brazenly bold

in its dancing hot eyes there is a timid story to

tell and I know it will be told

someone took a merciless match to its wood

and watched it burn from where they stood

they did not care if what they did was bad or good

they only did it because someone else didn't think

they should

and all I can do is sit here and widely gape at its

breathtaking beauty as it slowly comes to its demise

feeling only self content to the point of nearly

seeming wishful and wise

I value the flame for it gives heat, peace and beauty

as it selflessly dies

and its never afraid of its own symbolic mortality

and at the end of its death it merely closes

its bright red, blue amber eyes...........

( written Feb 21,1992 am)