Vintage adolescence.
The radio kid barks out before his broadcast.
Words entwined in the censored memory,
As the field, politics, submissively fears conflict.
A sentimental wound applicable to all guests,
In which hyperbolic functions are never inhibited
And henceforth, a stagger mandates a campaign,
And a breath mandates a century.
But hypocrisy is omnipresent.
The curriculum packs time; the Tralfamadorians choose it.
One turn too many has been placed on our hourglass,
As we forget that water wears away the sand.
Author notes
If you're wondering what Tralfamadorians are, they come from Kurt Vonnegut's book, slaughterhouse five.
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Abstract--bravo. I enjoyed the cadence and the evocative words and phrases. I read your piece three times. The third time, I felt as if I were singing.
"One turn too many has been placed on our hourglass,
As we forget that water wears away the sand."
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