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Elegy to an Exhausted Youth
The threadbare days—
amber drops of an era, frozen
golden and glassy.
They soften and fuse, in a skull’s cold corner
into hazy impressionist oils
I still see their embers sometimes,
clouded
no renewal but smoke.
We had time—
our faith a plaster blindfold, while
our fear
cowered beneath stones on winding sandbars
and all else within us
bloomed the sharper.
We thought
—we knew—
our love could crack the globe
and render some opal
of meaning
of forever.
But the rich glow wanes,
the nectar evaporates
and I feel my days drawn down
around me
like rain-mist,
like falling feathers,
a lifetime folds
over
and over
itself.
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