The Young Intellectuals
We drank knowledge tea
Out of seashells
Soaking up language
Minds high on description
Tides grasping ignorance
And banishing it
To some forgotten water-logged
Crevasse of useless thought
We were blinded by
The intoxicating salts of self-discovery
But through crippled eyes
The world shone
Golden and good and green
The way I always
Pretended to see it
Did you cry when
The floodgates were
Pried open by truth
And the tall constricting
Skyscrapers of time
Fell at our feet
Crushing our suddenly small toes
And reminding us in a blast
Of guilty ecstasy how young
We are?
You reached for my hand
Soundless tears burning
You to raw honesty
I cry as my naked
Eyes are seethed by the
Bitter flame of disillusionment.