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Born in '89, I jokingly used to refer to my past by saying "Back in the early 90s / late 2000s …" / I was twenty three.
Now I denounce it, as I denounce everything I thought it espoused profundities.
I'd strip the night of what people said of it;
It's only a shade, starless or otherwise. Far from the lee.
It's when I don't refer to my past with dates to confuse my historical sensibility, where I might see siblings consoling each other of their parent's death, and I think of the dead, away from the almanac, near the toils of this quiet town, and I'd create a montage of what I in turn would like to say of it, of what I said of it, of what I heard of it …
Thundering the world with the serenity of my voice,
I go by – looking right and left,
Surely over thirty-old-year-old.