Day Five: Time Counts Down Ever So Slowly

Constructions of elegiac stanzas
Are perhaps laments to fractured youth.
If so, is this my eulogy?
What of the youth I once knew?

As far as I can tell,
Eden; I never had
(As Muir would say).

Eulogy,
This isn’t.

No.

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