First Within this certainty of dying We are expected to maintain fair countenance, For what is more poignant Than the first and last of experience, And having used up the first We are eternally left with the last. Though through endless trial We attempt to resurrect this freshness The freshness of initial encounter, And we crave to bring back That first overwhelming touch, What we are actually plagued by Is only our memories.

Two Towns Past Sacred Heart © 1997 by Eric Green
Published by Doctor True House Press
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