how epic is your youth

once remembered

time and bruise


orbiting daydream

little wisdoms removed

or gained into succession

at the traveling time-warp

do you long to peruse 

through the dissonant landscapes

where fellow man 

cannot touch

earth’s spine

for fear of decline

issues or morality

become irresistible

we want to know 

the day of our own death

but we cannot

so we bask

in the sun rotting

fruit and leaves

of the day


and yearning to be free

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