This whole time my youth has been echoing and I've been judging him, imprisoned in my room, a snake biting his tail, refusing to let him in, my punches and kicks, my words like blades, under the night, I've only been harming myself, the past and the future echo, between a rock and a hard place, beneath your daughter’s panties, a brownie, a contained innocence, a man hoping to pass with a joke, but the heavens place their pieces, checkmate, he dies, wondering if he should have tried harder, buried six feet under, out of the light, swimming through the abyss, satisfied to settle with his wife, he was just a boy, living with the echo of what he could have been, egged on and tempted by faeries, being called a coward, emotions filled his cup, a fruit passes, does he dare to lunge for it, his education, what the heavens were building, steady steps and carelessness, discovering the world, a sequence of questions, arranged accordingly, weighing their value, according to his personality, ultimately, a lazy kid, a willing slave, not daring to think, but bored, and accepting of string, circumcised and tested, a servant of the heavens, a snake and his selfishness, who was he really serving, each question, measured by the heavens, the truth and its echo, a reflection of an answer, reality, and simply what exists, eternities, and god’s memory, blasphemy, shame, and a roller-coaster, age, and a dwindling of desire…

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