Unconvicted youth
Look again into your eyes
Counter revolution
The poet seldom pries
Tears for all lost ledgers
But you know; every day
How easily, outwardly
You gave your world away
Warning words
Echoed fine conversations
All too good
Even to be untrue
Younger older man
Bent double
You struggle
Down and through the tram
Wires splash
The flash
Of disconnection
Reconnects, but do not let them
