it was during
long winter of mind
early mid twenties
discovering an unromantic end
to legacies of post-teenage frenzy
color has dissolved
back to black
grey undertones
eyes left with
thin film of disillusion
there were no minds of my generation
to be destroyed
they came pre-chewed unquestioning
in vain i looked
in madness i seethed and mourned
for that which had never
even been there
laying my gauntlet down
among the clover
looking at the sky no longer the river
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