Janus
Look how young we were,
So confidently flamboyant
In our beads and feathers
And coloured glasses,
Impossible visions in our heads
And a world of temptation in easy reach.
An exotic table spread with promise
And extravagant confidence
Lay before us,
A cornucopia of delight and danger.
Gleefully destroying our ears
While feasting our eyes
And spinning our minds
With dangerous potions.
Many did not long survive.
Who could foresee the peril?
Who could resist the temptation?
Those days shaped us, molded us
Into these rusting, aged hippies
Coming home to roost.
And feeding on fading dreams.
But some, with wits still about them
Remember the halcyon days.
What we thought was sunrise
Was just the setting of a fanciful dream
At the ending of the day.
But it lingers on in that distant dream,
And still, at times, sustains me
Through darkened times
And shadows I could not foresee.
Do with me what you will.
Iβm in your capricious hands.
But I remember still
And I am haunted
With might-have-beens.
Palimpsest 
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