We see only as children see
when in the dark.
No exit to a better age
(like 16 or "The Golden Age") when
"Time passing records our history"
is something I may have picked up somewhere and confessed to my friends to
be the only truth that keeps me sane -
BUT THEN WE STOLE ACROSS THE GRASS
THE PARK WAS SOAKED FROM SPRINKLING
OUR HEARTS ECHOED THE PATTERFALL OF
TEENAGE FEET ON DEWY BLADES OF
MIDNIGHT GRASS -
and now I see:
We rapidly surround each other,
configuring our entrances
on high school nights when sunlight surely
encroaches on our destinies.
When teenagers lay like sages,
stoned,
connected on top of greener grass.
To those who lay like stones and contemplate the stars overhead:
everything will never come crashing down.
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