By D. R. Gayton
Enchanted, through the stairs
Packed with derelict vagrant souls
From the second floor I’m dripping
Dangerous words
Dissipating along noises, lights and smoke
We all float, with jeans
Lifting up the filth of a million years
Metastasizing through my toes
Every Ancient step wants to be retold
And it youth prove
We were terrified to break The cup-full of illusions
We still had
But dropped
And awoke afraid of becoming the things
We had renounced.
From Juvenilia (2016)
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