Nostalgia over powers me
I have grand daughters one past those long gone teens
but never the light of that kind of teen seen

another has just swum across the channel of time I
wonder why we were those ancient beings
as compared to the current times

They marvel me though mostly san ...
but still the growing teen
even though time has cracked my mirrors
exotic many times
but still nearing the estuary of oceanic time

I still mime ...as if I were that eighteen
still transfixed incredibly
in the astonishing bloated
ecstatic mind
not dulled yet ...

Hope our fresher teens will more advanced ones be
as mirrors of time continue to crack every moment ...

Nostalgia is the dark dense black berry
which white wine does exotically merry
believe me
'tis incruciably exotic