youth stays blank sheets of white paper wincing anticipating the graffiti of pen & ink waiting for the keys to the world by the time all is understood (Wasteland, Castle of What) the light is out the deferred dream has exited quietly out the back door clutching an idealistic suitcase & everything it can carry as we sit deflated watching the windows for its return reading tarot cards with disappointed mouths naming the stars one by one even though they’re a million miles away & a million years dead

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