When the flame
Consumes
And destruction is assumed
Every atom
Afterwards
Remains
What seems to destroy
Transforms
Transmutes
Into something new
Elements are recombined
Something similar
Can happen
In the mind
For something to be learned
Something else
Has to be
Burned.
-C.H.
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