Remembering Youth

Keying in on the night

That when I was younger in thinking thoughts older than me

I thought age had no memory but to think likewise youthful

How hacked and distorted these visions are that carry me on this rock through the galaxy

To another legend, to another dirt road, navigate the space between the graphs on the pages of the textbook

I remember learning

I remember hope

How fond the youthful are of finding games to kill their already-dead uncles with

Clubs are a fine bouquet

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