The Elixir of Youth

When all the world’s a classroom

and all the world’s a stage

do you remember writing on the board

and writing on the page?

 

The newspaper indecipherable

spread broadsheet on the floor

the murmurings of language

behind another whispered door?

 

Apple, corn, feathered grass,

a breeze so warm flowers gasp,

a year its been since the last

when in my life I trespassed.

 

Everything was forever

and nothing ever changed

the world beyond the road’s turn

could be seen on summer days.

 

And now that I’ve crossed over

I long only to go back,

to cross that bridge we burned,

to travel in whipcrack.

 

Apple, corn, feathered grass,

a breeze so warm flowers gasp,

a year it’s been since the last

when in my life I trespassed.

 

The sun’s kiss parted

burned the moon’s face

in the waxing of the sovereign

the flame’s state of grace.

 

There is no map, there is no map,

the pendulum swings, to and fro

the hand of the clock cannot be stopped

her smiling face fool’s gold.

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