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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Dormitory Days And Nights Of Delights, A Sonnet
Quite often, I allow my memory
to wax nostalgic (range and reach) to put
me back in time: my college dormitory
(and this is fact and not an allegory)---
young men, shirtless, shoeless (socksheathed, barefoot),
without self-consciousness or inhibition;
long-haired, agile, clad in designer jeans.
From some of them, a look of recognition
revealed their kindred spirits: the same nature
we shared despite crude haters' nomenclature
upon it: ("faggot," "queer"---each word demeans
the unprepared in vulnerability).
But, in the stellar fields of poetry,
the truth can be asserted openly.
Starward
