i suppose i once was young…
this tortuous compliance
bears no countenance
its innocence scolded
the mountain air beckons
its labor lost
of love
no longer does the shore retreat
divided by her polar pleas
steeped in what is known
and every step
a sacrifice
i swore would never seize me
entangled in her treasonous touch
where once i tread
with reason
diminished, ever more
than now
Max, or Not 