There is no silence like the silence of youth stymied by some new experience, some new revelation. Unaccustomed even to their own surprise, it takes a moment for them to catch their breath, to believe what they see or hear. Having well over a decade of presumptive education, they are myopic and already persuaded by the myopia of who and what they should become. A narrow, ill-considered worldview is inconsequential in light of the oblivion that their narcissism fosters. Narcissism is the universal astigmatism of the teenager. They become excited and nervous in light of anything that might disrupt the surface of the mirror.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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My Great heart beating sincerely, in two steps implores.
Journey back, then forth in time and place with me!
Youthful friend, sweet dearest boy from Fair sea-less shores.
Ohhh! let's exchange mercy and kindness, I ask pretty please.
Ever missing your soul, Falls cascading; deep longing remembrance, a force.
How long I've sought mine, us; lost Addition, maybe you didn't see?
Revelation counts down; one, nine, six and three; I stand now revealed, if not heretofore...
No more cruel estrangements brother; I hope and plead with unveiled strip word tease...
Sean! Hear this! I love you...Man Dwyer, forever and always, of course!
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