The Shining Youth

Presented without further explanation…

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The Shining Youth

There’s treasure under everything; all X’s
mapped to believe it’s true. 
They’re living here, minimally.

The after hours madness, to 
live out lives to the end, 
like portraits of passers by 
and passers through. 

We’re under fire and duress 
from our own offspring, they’ve 
been wandering 
in and out of view.

More plentiful than forgiveness, 
beasts of pleasure, 
love always tender 
and minds on something new. 

Before we give our careers away
to a fortune; small parts uninjured, 
with partially remembered views.

Some parts ensued.
Some trends regressed. 
Some of us blessed more than we choose.  

Confused by this conversation,    
I have sifted city depression and
backwater blues. 

The fuel of self-portraiture, 
the end of violent forgiveness, 
the shining youth.