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.

