listen, lad:
there’s a lot to be said for
new experiences
just don’t forget
your origins yet
remember, boy:
the wild drive home
how the breeze would
free your very bones
the tender press of lips
when the biting tension
of feelings repressed
slipped to supple redress
when reality was but
a gateway to imagination
and the time, lying on your side,
that you could see without your eyes
something dissatisfied you
to be sure
you sought transformation
and at that you have thrived
well done, young man.
you have traveled so far
you can’t even see yourself
