seasoned letters

best to burn old letters
settled in ashen corners
of lost basements

the permanence of words

can destroy you

remember the moment for itself
and if it is forgotten -
let oblivion take its claim

fireflies are like that
before the deep freeze sets in
under winter's breath:

darting and flashing

familiarity

always reminiscent

of things outside itself

every experience has another
before it

dreams are anchors
like footprints in sand

every dream an anchor
with no dock to land

so burn your letters
before the psychotic urge
to make past and present
simultanous realities
overtakes you

before you capsize
under the great sea's waves
and your last thoughts
are of fireflies glowing
under a shimmering Autumn sky