From old work comes new fire

Revision then starts new ire

And compulsion does develop

As the burning now envelops



My head with warmth at start

And the wheels turn in my heart

As the realization comes to me

Now there's only one and not three



In the process of cutting the rusty edge

The material has frayed along the edge

And what was so complex before now

Has leveled off, and wrinkled the brow



Christopher W. Thomas

10:37pm Monday 10/13/97