One Day; Many Years
Towards what do I owe this change in life?
There were nary white clouds or psychedelic waves
when I opened my eyes. I saw no lack of strife
betwixt the forward and chin-stroking knaves.
Hence the common lore shows a blinding flash
and a lighted glim that smothers one's vision.
The trumpets blare out in a golden clash.
Forsooth; I recall the day with some precision.
There was plenty of brick atop linoleum land,
the squeaking of passing sneakers.
In observance (like oceans, crashing on glebes of sand),
erelong I shall walk with the Seekers.
Of these I possessed no envy or grace
until I found myself here in their place.
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