What have I got left
But some used-up words and photographs
Capturing a moment
That was over as soon as it began
Somehow I managed to capture
The spontaneous combustion that exploded
And left me burning
But I've got no oxygen, just
Some worn-out papers with meaning in the past
I am ash, blown away in the wind
And forgotten, the dust of a spark
--8.23.06
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