ash in a burnt library
the bookmarks draw our attention
to the message of the ash
the cauda equina of an empty spine
embossed in the bending of flame
gold leaf in the furnace of thought
smoulders then bursts into tears
quenching my gritty eyes
lipping a smile and a wink
matchless in finale
smouldering the norm now
look out
another shelf crashes to the floor
the runes are in ruins
stare
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