My
heart ruptures, bursting-red, every time I think of you, I am spent
Running
away for the insular life, to grow like a crystal in the dark
We
cannot escape time, the memory of friends we ran with
We
were like baby turtles cracking through our shells, crawling to the sea
Broken
and helpless in a world of predation, we did not enough to be terrified
We
leapt with madness through the wild garden, driven by the biting wind
Trussed
up by lust, like sacrificial offerings sent to the gods, cut open and
Rising
on a column of smoke, chased by nightmares, we ran from the sun
We
ran through a maze, climbed over walls of thorns, lacerating us as we went
Tearing
at our flesh, we tore each other apart, envious and confused
Every
sharp finger indicting our ambition, each dream turned to ash and dust
We ran from ourselves and found
nothing in the end
We were children of the seventies,
Generation X
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