a collapsed memory running
the soul has teeth for life
ancient wisdom is ever the same sweet
in a sense we are alone for the ride
yet an avalanche of power engulfs us
seeking the world's path
in many a remarkable stride
we walk prettier than butterflies
and recreate our truths as we go along
such devotion to inner prosperity
writes each our autobiographies in
mere paperback form
the true outstanding privilege
though
is the blessed apprenticeship
of youth
(written Jan 12,2005 8am)