I, Walking through halls of golden youth, He
beckoning – enlightenment! The light Was
frozen, and I clutch with first lover’s awkward poise. Still
time slipped sideways – sand And
water out that cup of youth eternal. “Let us Cut
to the QUICK,” I am red racing in the street. My
throat pulses – constrain and release Time.
His iron is steam to hot flesh, he sheathes To
the hilt. But When is it Coming? Where is The
light, the sudden change in the tunnel? Does innocence End.
– CG –