in re

to recant something i’ve written

some secret part of me

that however briefly was for a moment

true —-

in the so-called manner of the day

which pays homage to heart

over matters of the mind —-

no matter how false i see it

how base i know it now

i can’t retract a redaction

without telling the lie

that some things never were.

to be not what i thought to be

is now the answer

not the question

which laid my ghost to rest

in the wasteland.