Tragedy---For Jon
Lost?
Found.
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day
Lost-found in a place, living know not.
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless
Youth is but a stage of dying
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience
Youth felt emotion lost through existence
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else
But where time confronts us all.
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