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Midnight

Parents raise their young In efferent flavor of The new sunrise. But as the great star sets, We become beasts that hunt For nothing less than Suppression. Medallions are too effervescent For this ridiculous perversion. I stand center stage un-claiming A sweated brow now. To anticipate silver is to Masturbate an antithesis of meaning. This proposal disturbs my silence And I refuse in a tantrum—revocation.

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Jeff Kyser

Date: 10/1/2022 5:40:00 PM

This intrigues me, but I'm not very good at parsing meaning. S1: We embrace the advance of time in raising our children, as proper. S2: In our own lives, as we get older we fight the idea of aging like hell. S3, S4: To do anything but be all in pushing back against time makes no sense, and so I push as hard as I can, regardless of whether it seems silly or not. No prize for 2nd place. Anywhere close? Made me think, anyway, thanks!

Jeff Kyser
Date: 10/1/2022 7:26:00 PM

Thanks, Ian, for letting me intrude. I find I don’t do much symbolic writing, but I do find it interesting. Take care, and I hope to read more

Ian D. Campbell
Date: 10/1/2022 6:34:00 PM

Thank you. I wrote this more than 20 years ago, so its original meaning alludes me. Your interpretation is meaningful to me. (I am in the process of digitizing all my work and it brings back many memories, both light and dark). Thanks again for the read. Ian