it creeps and crawls
and pounces
predator on prey
and i am shaken
in its grasp
paralyzed
by paroxysms
of longing
for ages past
before the murky present
when youthful exuberance
bested all fears and foes
and yet
always this
nostalgia lies
there never was
a clear path
just myopia
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