PESSIMISM 7  

By David Eide  

The end of youth is signaled by the universe, crawling from its magic skin, to beomce a place no heart would want to go And the heart must go somewhere; it plows through dense arguments and loves what will love it briefly. The end of youth is signaled by great confusion Beyond where the gods cannot contain themselves And they shed their tears once more. Shapes appear and disappear in the holy night As though the constellations are in prayer for a new mind to suffuse and replenish the stillness it lies in tonight.



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