I said "It's impossible to know
meaning--"
and the frenzied wrath of Plato and
nostalgia french kissed me, when
you lectured my adolescence crying madly
in the projects of Chicago. When
you flew away, spreading your arms
into wings, I knew you were an
idiosyncrasy, and I loved watching
you fall more. When
you fell, I knew it was human nature
to watch Atlantis disappear into the sea.
A train-wreck we can't help,
but videotape for progeny.
