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The Know of Youth
Light ages in these time capsules,
even in this digital age – sent to strange,
as trees whisper profane mundane
Things,
Dirty things, sullen and sullied
Things.
The kids,
they grow up so fast,
Out of the cracks in the driveway
is growing grass -
Growing fast.
Standing by the old
fashion statement pick up
Truck
Standing
like
bad
Luck:
They are probably fucking now,
and I don’t know that they know
that it is known, what they know
&
Will
Know,
but then,
the world is recreated in them.
That is what I believe.
That
is
what
I
Know.
Published 26th Oct 2021
Author's Note
I was looking at a photo of some young folks, one of which I know...
As I looked at them, I could hear the voices of people
who say this and that about that and this...
Stupid fucks.
I feel like I look at people in a way that is
perhaps more pure than them...
or not... haha
Nevertheless... This came about from that.
As I looked at them, I could hear the voices of people
who say this and that about that and this...
Stupid fucks.
I feel like I look at people in a way that is
perhaps more pure than them...
or not... haha
Nevertheless... This came about from that.
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