Youthful inspiration
For a catalogue of all those past disasters
In love with salt water
Water that turned to stone
In love with climbing trees
Trees that forgot I had been there
In love with a whole load of care
Care that cares and cares and cares
Elsewhere, the noise of work
Destroys the artist's train of thought
Although to pick carrots
From the monastic garden
Would be as though stealing
The thoughts of love itself
Middling muddled words
As old age creeps up on youth
To inspire the entrance of ever more disasters
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