We'll build bridges, as if that helps, then go.
Twin tongues will bring us that always slow sin
Of wandering from no to yes to no
Among silent soliloquies of skin.
Lost, and fond of failing, we can still see,
Like a child born in a land of giants,
Awkward poses of immortality.
Sipping dew from the blushing elements,
Why talk of flowers? Tulips? I can wish
And you are young, and will grow younger still.
My hunger sleeps in streams and dreams of fish
Below arced stones we hung against the hill.
What does it take to tame the fawning youths?
A dictionary and a thousand truths.
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord