Once
That part that burned to taste
Urged me to crumple up and set fire to rocket
Rushing in sky, a mauve glove of geese, maybe I’d die in pursuit
Or perhaps retain the heat of being young and urging on
Like galloping upon horse across darkened moor
Would permit youth to live evermore in witnessing starlight
I recall that impetious surge
To swallow up the entire sky
Opening my lusty mouth wide 
Consume all I could shove inside
Learning, love, adventure, dream, pain
Extinquish hesitate
Now it seems
Such a different version of me
I am no more the linx who came out in ebony hour
Thirsting for touch and feel, experiences mixed in bags of sticky fingered treats
To exist purely in a waking sleep
Smoking the reefer of self deceit, shifting always with instinctual unease
In whose arms, I longed to go, with my whole
And yet ever as if I were just passing through
Never laying down long enough to know
What struck real metal, versus weak afterglow
It was
The life we may choose to dreamily walk through
Until some bell or shackle
Maybe a curse, maybe worse
Or a loosening of something always within us, waiting to be witnessed
Halts the hedonistic child clutching her fat purse
Of fanciful, unraveled, egotism colored outbursts
Shakes her quite loose of her self satisfied joints
All the sweetness, all the spice
She is only this girl because she’s yet to find
There is so much more in the soft slowing of the mind
And when you see in an old woman’s eye
The girl she once was, held steady against her rounding shine
It is with joy you embrace the whole
Her fulcrum, glowing luminous along with moon