Adapted verbatim (edited, rearranged) from an essay penned sometime as I recall in the spring or summer of 1999.
I love...
not just those
I knew back then...
but those...
who were young...
back then...
but who've since
come to grief, who,
having soared
so high,
found the
consequent descent
too dreadful to bear...
with my past itself.
Which was only
yesterday...
no...even less time...
a moment ago.
And when I play
records from 1975...
soul records,
glam records,
progressive records...
twenty years
melt away
into nothingness...
what is a twenty-year period?
little more than
a blink of an eye.
How could
such a short space
of time
cause such
devastation?
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