I remember when I was young
I saw the lights on my knees of the golden sun
Wither, so from night I aged around
Years of a soul to peel apart as I’m found
Singing, gaze to a wall in its porous decay
What four seal away the few mornings awake
Sitting and wasted on me tending my time
Dies the mind, ignored, drifting unwashed into prime
Apart order, eyeless, and gluttonous grown
And still years pushing faults upon thin root and bone
Based in about the endless same
Best lazed between each day’s soreing name
Forgotten like what else and frightened of
Change layed before my slowly keeling tree of love
Or supposed love
As I spoke before of: terror comes
I remain as I was
And it shades me as I still am and still am I young
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
I remember when I was young
I saw the lights on my knees of the golden sun
Wither, so from night I aged around
Years of a soul to peel apart as I’m found
Singing, gaze to a wall in its porous decay
What four seal away the few mornings awake
Sitting and wasted on me tending my time
Dies the mind, ignored, drifting unwashed into prime
Apart order, eyeless, and gluttonous grown
And still years pushing faults upon thin root and bone
Based in about the endless same
Best lazed between each day’s soreing name
Forgotten like what else and frightened of
Change layed before my slowly keeling tree of love
Or supposed love
As I spoke before of: terror comes
I remain as I was
And it shades me as I still am and still am I young
Finished September 19, 2018
