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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 –