Books blazed on the shelf <br />burst into flames <br /> (so many flammable words/ <br /> such an explosion of knowledge) . <br /> <br />Plunged my mind in, <br />until I was nothing but the heat <br /> nothing but the fragile fire, <br />and words were burns on my flesh. <br /> <br />Phrases appeared phoenix-like <br />in the smoke of sentences, <br />flitting my brain <br />like moths with scorched wings. <br />I translated the ashes.<br /><br />W.I. Stoneberger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-138/
