After Father Hopkins

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After Father Hopkins
Each night,
I consider the wisdom of putting to flame
all my life’s writings
so as to leave behind in ashes
my worldly attachment to my words.
Then morning dawns with you.
How terrible are your bright wings
when compared to my chemical physics,
such that as you read these words
my words are already burning for you?
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