I almost wish that we were butterflies
and lived but three summer days – then,
fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.
A waking dream? Touch has a memory.
There is nothing stable in the world.
I want a brighter word than bright.
A found poem consisting of quotes from the poems of John Keats and from Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne and John Keats: A New Life