when i burned

i remember doing things

with all of who i was

and feeling

the blank memory

of disconnection

i remember feeling

dismay at those

that seemed to live

without a burn

as i fought the tiny voice

that whispered

"that can be you."



now,

these days

after the fires have dimmed

and halfdreams abandoned

disconnection accepted as truth

time crawls

and disappears

(a process once scrutinized

now all but unseen

save for the ticking of clocks)

im still not sure

that it was ever here

or if that

was ever me

when i burned