they all gather in a half circle
around the fire
below the dark night sky
only light from above
stars and moon
there is always a simple
solution to anything
thinking about ourselves
surely will only complicate
an ultimately simple solution
thoughts turn to ash
sitting for a few moments
quiet alert alone
ash falls from the air
blow it away
sitting in some sort
of memory posture
for a time each day
analyzing the mind
no one wants it to end
trying to scan memory
for reasoning
behind the daily visits
to the spot
many years back
such patience
an awful place it is
hope they burn it down
on it tossing all these memories
nothing else
final stages of the misEducation
might possible
could get me nowhere
or somewhere else entirely
don’t know nothing (concluded)…
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