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INCINERATION OF MEMORY Sam Megson Careless, careless, we are human folly with flame, arsonists whispering fire in every mountain wood. From your inflammable continent round to mine, we go scorching throughout the forests of history. Careless, careless, we scatter our drunken embers, teasing fever into roots, lighting crowns unworn. A look back— and we claim the sparks are rubies then dance for remembrance until it burns smoke. The particulate matter smothers down the slopes, obliterating nests, burying our fragments of bone. Careless, careless, now gone the verdant drenched, up there as below we bequeath only a shadow crisp.

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The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

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