LOST WORKS
IX Casual images ---- Collected from random moments, Carelessly assembled In spiral pocket pads, Letters striking paper Like raindrops Forming pools of words --- Streams of meaning ---- Cresting along the edges of consciousness Receding into words Once the moments pass; All associations with the words Evaporate, while skeletons of feeling Still remain Like prehistoric riddles of the past; And we must guess What flesh gave the fossil outlines life.
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