Youth

And I was young once.

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I was. I lost. I sang. I knew. I ever hope for that strange autumn light again with the good dog again with the thousands of years. Scrap of [me] off Eurydice torn. Her number I lost her lark I shot and she a pulse. History never looks so possible as when leaving a heart spilt among the stones crying Don’t read it again it was perfect

- Anne Carson

it's the end of another night

it's the end of another night, the falling of it's tail-end time. It became the beginning of my hours, the onset of my shiraz. And the wisps of those tobacco leaves, its small smouldering light, its after taste, its deep dark red. And then I hear the song of my youth, angel, those days of forgotten time, till now, sweet surrender, and I think of then, when I was in your arms, how did i end up here, the end of another night.