young man have you heard
the pain of life lifted off with love
on the wings of some fantastic bird
like a cleft
or a diversion
in a stream
the remnants of a lucid dream
the remarks
from past lips uttered
undiscovered amongst the clutter
it catches up with you
when time changes all
in to a golden hue
the force of change
ultimately slows
in the wake of
time's undertow
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