Sunday, June 1, 2014


A fool

I was young
therefore a fool
drowsing in eternal twilight
beneath doubtful mountains
of books all written contrary
by men of bright vapor
shrouded and brooding
breathing deep of their
sublimated hate
and shadows of belief
that flit between
a lost and forgotten
and abundant loneliness
written in sand
spilled across the library floor
where I slipped
and fell
to waken to a knowledge
as naturally as if
I had earned
every drop and dram
then I spill
my gossamer thoughts
to drift on winds
up those mountainsides
and disappear
into the starlight
while I grow old
and therefore
a fool

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