Even if burnt away,
As you say,
There is a lasting impact
Ashes make.
They intoxicate lungs
As we gasp;
Interrogate nerve cells
Beyond thought;
Interrelate with us,
Now, here, and
Through leaps we make in splace.
They also come
In versions: hard and soft.
When shredded,
They bleed buds of sprouting
Poetree
Like this; conserving seed
Well concealed
To singe yestermorrows
Yet again.
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Hello Kh Qa I have enjoyed reading through your work. You come across as being someone who is extrememly intelligent, perceptive, and wise. It's like you know something the rest of us dont about the human condition. Keep up the good work. regards David